I was born in a crossfire hurricane, under the wrong sign, in sweet Tipperary Town, here in the mountains, up in the mountains, one mornin' when the sun didn't shine, in Saginaw Michigan, in the path of the winter wind, on Prince Edward's lsland near by the ocean strand, in Texas in the year '89, in the boredom of the chowder, about ten thousand years ago,ten miles from Dublin Town, on a Dublin street where the Royal drums do beat. Cheers, Bardford, Born in Nanaimo, on the east coast of lovely Vancouver Island, British Columbia Now landlocked on the Canadian prairies. Me, not Nanaimo. Ancestors in Somerset,Glamorganshire,Dundee,Bavaria.
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