Hail and well met Jack the Sailor!

You don't know me, nor I you, though I do have the advantage of having read some of your posts here on the Cat, whilst I have generally only lurked on my occasional visits to this fine community. Still, we do have somewhat in common - I also found my soulmate in an on-line community, though one other than Mudcat. In my case she's the Canadian and I'm the Yank. Someday we, too, hope to make our home in the Great White North. My mate's moniker in these parts is Jande and she has been the delight of my life now for three years and more. Mayhap you have passed her a time or two on these convivial streets.

::clears throat and attempts to assume the character of a Newfie, sounding instead more like some sort of unnatural hybrid of Scots - pirate - Appalachian hillbilly::

Speakin' o' convivality, I'll be gettin' on to the point then. Here be a song that I did write that I would be wantin' to dedicate to yer fine self, as the happy day o' yer joinin' draws nigh. This be one that us byes would be singin' to ya fer fun afore ya be properly hitched. If'n any o' ye lassies be lookin' at this now BE YE WARNED! 'tis a bawdy bit o' singin we'll be gettin' up to (har!), such as us byes are wont to be doin' when we've nae got yer winsome selves about to keep us civil-like.

Roight then... ::taps a keg of Black Horse:: ...belly up me hearties and let's gi' ol' Jack a proper round...


MAY YOUR SWORD NEVER GROW RUSTY
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(Being A Toast to the Endangered Bachelor)


May your sword never grow rusty
May your beard never grow thin
Hark now the wisdom of sages
You've got to be up to be in!

[chorus]
Come good fellow sit by me
Take your pick of all good ale
Lend me thine ear on your joining's eve
And I'll toast thee without fail
I say!
I'll toast thee without fail!

May your sword never grow rusty
May life's blessings flow from the spout
Just recall that the blessing of children
May be yours if you don't pull out

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
Won't you heed now the words of this clown
Remember that after you're married
'Tis only computers that go down

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
May your frame always be stout
Be sure that you know all the exits
When she gets the frying pan out

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
May your love life never go bust
But on those days when love isn't working
Don't forget you've always got lust

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
May you know that it often is quipped
That vows will truly be tested
When she tells you to get yourself snipped

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
May you find yourself aging with grace
But if on two legs you find yourself limping
Oysters help keep your rod in the race

[chorus]

May your sword never grow rusty
But if perchance you find that it should
Forget not the Falls of Niagra
Though Viagra, they say, works as good

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Don't be shy! Additional verses welcome. 8^)

Best wishes to Jack the Sailor and CarolC!

Malveka