Superb, I couldn't resist eavesdropping on the all the old Hens, how they cackle & craw! God bless 'em, but they just ain't Guys.

A favourite of mine, with no apologies to anyone...

Old John Patrick Duffy was judge of our court,
In a small ranching town of the west.
Although he knowed nothin' about rules of the law,
For the judgin' he was one of the best.

One night in the winter a murder'd occurred,
And the blacksmith was accused of the crime.
We caught him red handed so we gave him two trials,
But the verdict was guilty each time.

Now he was the only good blacksmith we had,
And we needed to spare him his life.
So up rose old Duffy in the court like a lord,
And with these words, he ended the strife.

"I move we discharge him, we need him in town"
And he spoke up these words, which earned his renown,
“We’ve two Chinese laundrymen, everyone knows,
Why not spare the poor blacksmith, and we'll hang one of those."

Cheap cigars, cheap whiskey, but please, only GOOD beer.
Frank (swamp gas comes out my)