Subject: RE: BS: The Mother of all BS threads
From: Rapaire - PM
Date: 27 Apr 06 - 10:24 AM

Perhaps in her Rowdy Ramblin' days.

I am a young man who has gone wrong
Fiddly foodly fee,
I am a young who has gone wrong
So you sit still and list to my song,
Foodly fiddly fee.

Chorus (ad nauseam):
Sing foodly fiddly fiddly foo,
Rarely rearly roo
I am a young man
Who has gone wrong
And I'll swing for it
But not for this song,
Mumblety rootelee dee.

I took my sword and I took my gun,
Fiddly foodly fee,
And I left dear MOAB on the run
And took to the highway to have some fun,
Foodly fiddly fee.

I robbed the poor and I robbed the rich
Fiddly foodly fee,
I robbed the poor and I robbed the rich,
And even Lord Backstrap, that sonuvabitch,
Foodly fiddly fee.

Fair young maids I kissed each day,
Fiddly foodly fee,
Fair young maids I kissed each day,
And with some rolled in the fresh-cut hay,
Foodly fiddly fee.

I diddled Lord Backstrap's daughter fair
Fiddly foodly fee,
I diddled Lord Backstrap's daughter fair,
And how his servants they did stare,
Fiddly foodly fee.

They took me up and threw me in gaol,
Fiddly, etc.
They took me up and threw me in gaol,
With a splintery cot and a stinking pail
Fiddly, etc.

Tomorrow morning I'll be hung,
Fiddly, etc.
Tomorrow morning I'll be...hung,
Aw, shit man! You think I'm happy about it, doncha?
You think I'm one of those romantic twits who robbed the rich and gave to the poor! Bull! I robbed them both and kept it! And spent it, too! Well, I want a lawyer! I want an appeal, damnit!
At least a reprieve! Better yet, a pardon! I'll do gross and disgusting things for a pardon! I'll become a Republic...well, no, better dead than red....

             --From the singing of "Big" Johnny Littlejohn, ca. 1712.