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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 19 Apr 02 - 10:52 AM Dan McCann, I claim the prize... you can keep the dulce.. I'll just have yellow man thanks...... Dan, Dan's a funny wee man he washed his face in a frying pan combed his hair with a donkeys tail and scratched his belly with a big toe nail lol slainte alison |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,The Begrudgers Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:38 AM "Lord help us! Would you listen to thon uns runnin' down the priests and bishops" "Indeed I hear them! The blackguards! Bad-mouthin' and rubbishin' the very people that risked death at the Mass-rock till bring us through the penal times." "They've no shame. That's what it is!" "You're right there, missus! Shame's a thing they're badly wantin'." "I mane. It's not as if there's not plenty they could red-up, if they had half a mind, and lave the clargy alone. Take Christy Moore for example!" "Oh, a rip!" "A rip, indeed! Had us all fooled for a wee minute into thinkin' he was a good oul' singer of good oul' songs. And the next thing you know he thinks he's a court jester! Don't forget your shovel, indeed!" "I wouldn't forget my shovel, missus! And I'd tell you where I'd shove it, too! Suas his owl hone is where I'd lose it! And Knock!" "Knock indeed! I'd knock him! Knock seven colours of shite out of him I would! And Ride On!" "Ride On me arse! What a dirge! And what's it all about anyway? Whoever writ a song till a horse anyways?" "Still and all, it could be worse! He could be Mary Black!" "Heaven bless us, but you've hit the spot there, missus. Thon Mary Black wan was a fly blade, too, wasn't she? Givin' us the pure drap for a bit and then next thing you know she thinks she's Celine Dion! She's near as bad as thon Maura O'Connell wan!" "Quit talkin'! Sure Dolores Keane's as bad. One minute she's singin' Galway Bay like it would tear your heart in flitters and the next thing she's got drummers and kayboord players behine her. Who does she think she is, anyways? Sinead O'Connor?" "Oh, don't start me on thon huzzy! Did you know she tore up a pixture of the Pope in America one time?" "What? Was the Pope in America? I've got a picture of him in Galway, bless him. Scooting about in thon Popemobile like he was on the dodgems at Omeath!" "No! Jaysus! She was in America and she tore up a pixture of the Pope." "Heavens! Even Paisley wouldn't be at the like of thon!" "Indeed. But there you go. These'ns think they've nothing to do on'y slag off the clargy! If y'ast me they'd be better off directin' their oul spleen where it's desarved!" "Like at Christy Moore!" "Well said, missus! Oh thon un was a rip!" "A rip indeed! Oh look, thon's my bus commin'! I'll see ya later!"
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Tricia Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:37 AM Mise Tricia Victim of the above archbisho' To God above I nightly wish I Wasn't lumbered with his heir and issue |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,E****n C***y Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:35 AM Mise bisho' Hornier am I than Flynn the swashbuckler Great is my glory At the heart of power in my Holy See Great is my shame My forbidden fruit is up the duff! Mise bisho' More banished am I than Boney to Elba |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Tom Paulin Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:33 AM Mise Paulin More poetic am I than the mop-haired Heaney Great is my vocabulary Tendentious, disingenuous, juxtaposition Overused is my catchphrase "It works on a number of levels" Mise Paulin More opinionated am I than Julie Burchill |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Dan McCann Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:32 AM Mise Dan McCann Funnier am I than Frank Carson Great is my glory I who dwell on the Bann's fair banks Great is my shame I perform my ablutions in a cooking vessel Mise Dan McCann Wee-er am I than Willie Carson (NB there is a prize of a clipe o' Yellow Leg, a hape of dulse and a sloat of Bailey's - as donated by everybody's favourite wobbly-arsed stage-Oirish broth of a boyo, Eamonn Holmes - to the first mudcatter who knows what in the name of Jaysus this wee piece is about!) |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Christy Moore Date: 19 Apr 02 - 07:30 AM Mise Christy More bardlike am I than boul' Phelim Brady Great is my glory I who sung Cúnla and diddled my bodhrán Great is my shame Ride On to name but one example Mise Christy More plot-lost it seems than the boul' Paul Brady |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 19 Apr 02 - 05:43 AM aw fer fecks sake I'm tryin' tae watch "Home & away".... an' thon "Greensleeves" is drivin' me pur round the bend..... who's thon at my dure? ..... what? yew've brought me arctic roll? aw yew're a wee darlin' so ye are...... and thon' Ozzie accent doesn't fool me one bit... you must think my heads full of sweetie mice not to recognise thon' gorjus Belfast accent...... I haven't had arctic roll in so long............ I don't suppose I could coax a wee poke out of ye? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Vatican Press spin doctor Date: 19 Apr 02 - 05:05 AM Vatican press release, Friday 19 April 2002 His holyness the big guy, ok wee short fella actually. Wishes to announce that he is distributing, 2 million bodhrans to all his diocese around the world. They are to be used by the priests in premarriage lessons, to practice the rhythm method. A strict jig beat will be imposed on all future engaged couples and a practise schedule of 2 months imposed prior to the impending date. Any couples straying from the jig beat, will have a fine levied upon them and will be disqualified for one week. None of that fancy syncopations stuff, it's been medically proven it makes you blind. Coupons for Mr Bottle Bottom the opticians are available on special dispensation. All enquiries for the aforementioned coupons are available on request, and will be treated with strictest confidentiality. In no way or form will this be used against you, but anything you say may be taken down and used as evidence. The Pope would like to thank his sponsor, a Mr Malachy Kearns who has taken refuge in the Church of the blessed saint around the corner from the Vatican. Here ends the press release. Mr. Alfonso Mario Grizado supermario Fiorelli |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Mr Whippy, resplendant in Hawaiian hula shir Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:48 AM Gooday cobba' Aw feckin greensleeves, ah go away an shite will ye. An I wanted Popeye's tune, but that gobshite Paddy McGinty went and got in the line before me. Right, Number 34 Ramsay Street, Allison. Ok, ah bulk order o'arctic rolls. Ah shite, blethering wee gobshites, go away, no ye can't have a 99, an oyster or a strawberry split. Now, right so. How am ah looking, just a wee blob o' spit and I'll get that tuft o hair in a nice partin, lets see, mah white coat is clean, shoes ok, tomato sauce off me chin. Ah, don't forget the pile of potato cakes and bacon under the highballs, this Allison woman said she did a mean ulster. ding dong. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:36 AM what's that racket? I can hear "Greensleeves"....... oh great .....just what I need there's a "Mr Whippy" van doing wheelies in the street outside........ what does thon glipe think he's doing parkin' in my drive? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,BBC Regional News Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:18 AM Traffic in the bustling Home Counties market town of Por'ydoin was brought to a standstill today by a mass demonstration of at least thirteen placard-wielding folkies demanding permathread status for the Drumcree thread. A spokesperson for the demonstrators said that, apart from enabling contributors to the thread to dress normally, permathread status would at last give mudcatters the parody of steam which was rightfully theirs. He also indicated that the thread is now the object of serious academic research in the US, and observed that, given the amount of university shite that Joyce fella was responsible for, there must be the makings of a good dozen PhD theses in the thread already. Permathread status would also enable the local economy to benefit from spinoff summer school business, he stressed, adding: "them crowd in the Free State have sewn up the trade in intense Yanks in peculiar clothes for far too long". A PSNI spokesman confirmed that, thanks to the Force's new sensitivity training, the demonstration had passed off peacefully. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Mr Whippy the artic roll salesman Date: 19 Apr 02 - 04:10 AM Opening mail early in morning. Dear Mr Whippy, Please can ye get ye arse in gear there's a good wee man and bring me a bulk order o'artic rolls, I'm fair champin at the bit tae get me hands on a wee slab o the fair stuff. I'd pay daecent money and I can put ye up. Just don't tell Big Mick. Yours Sincerely Alison Aww, right I'm off. Hey Mrs Whippy, I'll be back in a couple o'days got an order tae deliver.
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 18 Apr 02 - 10:03 PM Right ni I'm well pissed aff.............. which wun of yews menshunned arctic roll??????? an me sittin' here in the arse end of nowhere an' no chance of gettin' a slab!! thon wuz jist mean!!!!!! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,The v'ice o' rayson Date: 18 Apr 02 - 05:04 PM Now lads ... stap thon oul "Mise" carry-on! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,NO! Date: 18 Apr 02 - 05:03 PM Mise Spartacus! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Spartacus Date: 18 Apr 02 - 05:02 PM Mise Spartacus! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Tarry Wig-On Date: 18 Apr 02 - 04:56 PM Mise Terry More falsely-haired than Sir Johnathan of Elton Great is my glory More Oirish (bejaysus) than Lord Doonasa O'Valican Great is my shame More Oirish (begorrah) than Squire Valican O'Doonasa Mise Téire More meeja-tarty than Garvaghy Glo |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,The Begrudgers Date: 18 Apr 02 - 04:34 PM "D'ye hear thon Paulin one! Jaysis ... ye'd near think he'd ate a dictionary!" "Away outta thon! Sure thon wee stripe o' piss doesn't look like he ates anyhing. A good feed would do the crayter the very best! ... Mine yoo ... thon Eamonn Holmes boyo wud ate a dictionary if it was in front of him! Or an encyclopeeja. Or the good book itself!" "He wud in sowl! He's the boy wud ate, I dare say! He didn't get a hole on him thon size from sendin' the dinner plate till heez ma wi a cupla spuds still left on it!" "Not at all! The same boy wud ast if there wuz anawr drap left in the pot! The size of him! He's blew up like a poisoned pup!" "I'd say thon boy's champ wud be swimmin' in butter!" "Oh stop! Riverin' wi butter! And it drippin' aff heez oul wobbly chins!" "And then he'd let an oul' rift outta him and waddle on down to the Ashburn or the Silverwood to try to get his oul graisy kisser roun some wee drunk girl from out the country." "He's the fella to be watched. You mark my words, now! Oh, God! The thought of his graisy oul' chops bearin' down on ye! And the oul' smell of scallion champ on him. And Arctic Roll. And then maybe he'd have slapped a couple of dozen Baileys intill him, as well!" "It'd make ye bad, just thinkin' about it!" "It would, in sowl! Well, there's my bus. I'll see you again."
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Roger O'K Date: 18 Apr 02 - 01:13 PM Poor bewildered, my heart goes out to you. It's a Northern Ireland running joke which has taken on a life of its own. In fact it could arguably stake a claim to becoming a permathread, because it started off way off topic with someone who needed to get a load off his chest about current political issues by sharing it with fellow-mudcatters, but then mysteriously drifted bang onto topic by giving rise to a good dozen parodies, many of which are in the pure folk tradition of updating old songs to new circumstances. It's drifted back off for a while, but even when OT it contains numerous musicians' in jokes, many of which would be accessible to folkies who are not Irish - e.g. the obsession with the Corrs which permeates the Chiff & Fipple forums, or the inevitable bodhran abuse theme. I'm a newbie myself and still learning netiquette, so I'm still signing on as a guest, but Mudcat has been a revelation. At an early stage, when I was still aglow with gratitude for all the help which I'd got from Catters in finding words to a song, I posted a critical comment about someone lowering the tone of the site with some rather sharp political comments. But of course, I was the one who was wrong, because folk song (not least of the US variety) would be a mere shadow of itself if you took out the political content and commentary on current affairs. On a quiet day at work I went right back to the start of the Drumcree threads and read on from there, which is the only way to make sense of this magnificently surreal phenomenon. The original posting takes ages to download, and someone kindly put it up on a website at http://members.atozasia.com/munster/Drumcree1.htm (sorry about the unblue unclickiness) where it's much easier to print and read, if you're interested in Drumcree itself. If you want to know more about the Northern Ireland situation as a whole, another contributor to the thread posted the URL of a trustworthy online archive run by a university at http://cain.ulst.ac.uk/cainbgn/index.html - otherwise just skim through Brendy's magnum opus at the Drumcree site to get a flavour of the background then move on to where the fun begins at http://www.mudcat.org/thread.cfm?threadid=43154 Beware, especially if you suffer from the German/American disease (spot the troll ;-) of literal-mindedness: not everything on this thread is to be taken at face value, and most if not all of the abuse is firmly tongue in cheek. Also, you will probably realise after a while that not all the postings in the name of famous musicians have necessarily been put up by the musicians in question. Likewise, Sean Pol O'Tuathail is Pope John Paul II, and he probably didn't really write the last posting. But if you can spare the time, it will expand your consciousness in ways you could never have imagined. And thanks to Mooman for encouraging me to go back to source on this mother and father of all threads (cue Iraq thread drift). |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Bewildered Date: 18 Apr 02 - 12:04 PM What the hell is all this about? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Seán Pól O Tuathail Date: 18 Apr 02 - 10:57 AM Me and de rest of the lads in frocks here in Rome have been tinking about making a conciliatory gesture to our separated bredren over in Drumcree. Well actually it was de American lads who tink our lot are getting a bad name for being too interested in little boys and tought we should brush up our image. So we've opened up a "comfort tent" staffed by a couple of Blue Nuns who will show de bredren a good time for a couple of fast bucks. We can't afford a pianna player, but de order's acid gregorian trance band "Cyanic sister" are doing background music. You can't miss it. Look for de tent with the little red altar lamp oustide, behind Bobby Molloy's Wig and Gavel Porter Tent, just to de left of de Gig Rig. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Hugo Duncan Date: 18 Apr 02 - 09:30 AM Uncle Hugo here, how are yiz all doing. You put on the kettle and I'll bring the crame buns ohhh laaa. Now we have a wee letter here from Big Alec who says could ye play a request for the missus ye wee fat Straban bastard. Sure I will, I will, I will, for because your Uncle Hugo loves ye so he does. Now just keep the requests comin' here's Big Tom with his Achy Breaky heart, ohhhh laaa. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,The Late Review Date: 18 Apr 02 - 05:24 AM Tom Paulin writes: "The underlying rhythm of these works jettison all earnest explication of the text - meaning, paraphrasable content, social and historical situation - and concentrate entirely on sound, cadence, metre, rhyme, form. I can imagine the guttural Ulster glottal stops of Eamonn's boastful lament as he sings to the world of his achievements. The use of "Breakfast" with its similarity to "Buckfast" draws the reader's attention to the gluttony of the subject, as does the mention of "gub" with its connotations of eating and drinking; the "shiny" screams of prosperity, of the money he makes. This thread of greed has the content mimicking the form - food as a subject, written on food wrappings. It invites me to picture the next stanza - I am Derek - scribbled on a wrap of speed, lying in the gutter; or Mise Shane incoherently scrawled on a beermat. What do you think, Germaine?" |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: Ella who is Sooze Date: 18 Apr 02 - 05:17 AM I know who you are... whooo whooo whooo whooo arrrrrrrr! Very funny. Stay off the buckfast, I think you are getting dependant. E :-)
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Dept of Ethnodebauchery, QUB Date: 18 Apr 02 - 03:59 AM Mise Shane Drunker am I than Ollie the actor Great is my glory I who wrote "Body Of An American" Great is my shame I who scribbled "Five Green Queens And Jean" Mise Shane Not victim, not martyr, not saint nor sinner |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Dept of Tenorbanjology, QUB Date: 18 Apr 02 - 03:52 AM I am Barney Faster am I than the light of Heaven Great is my glory The Mason's Apron a blur of notes Great is my glory The Mason's Apron a blur of notes I am Barney Hairier am I than a mountainy buck-goat |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Dept of Ethnodebauchery, QUB Date: 18 Apr 02 - 03:48 AM I am Derek Pluckier am I than the sightless O'Carolan Great is my glory Harping like stink in horn-rims and v-necks Great is my shame A fierce man for the oul' drugs I am Derek More debauched am I than the cue-wielding Higgins |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Dept of Ethnogastronomy, QUB Date: 18 Apr 02 - 03:45 AM Found scribbled on a discarded chip wrapper outside Cafolla's ...
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Val Doonican Date: 17 Apr 02 - 07:03 AM Can I bring me wooly jumper and me rocking chair and sing some of those awfull 'Pady McGinty's Goat' thingies to youse orange bar stewards. Pass me the Buckfast and Vimto |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: John MacKenzie Date: 17 Apr 02 - 05:50 AM If a woman flaunts her Lambeg in yer face, and you haven't got yer bodhran handy, can you still use the rhythm method? I only ask in case it ever comes up in conversation! Failte...Giok |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: Paddy Plastique Date: 17 Apr 02 - 05:15 AM This thread any relation to yer man George Hamilton IV ??? Terrible lot, that IV family... and Derek Bell - give over that sort o' talk - sure ye haven't finished playing wi' yerself yet... |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 16 Apr 02 - 09:44 PM I'm wi yew Eamonn..... I'm fair famished..... c'mon an we'll put sum meat on yer bones!!.... mind yew I like the real Chineses food... I want chips in curry sauce!! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Eamonn Holmes Date: 16 Apr 02 - 04:41 PM Ah enough of this oul' bollox! I'm lockjawin'. Anybody fancy a dander down tae the Chinese for a gravy chip wi' peas 'n' onions? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Derek Bell Date: 16 Apr 02 - 09:23 AM Here... I wouldn't mind her flauntin' somethin' else in me face so I wouldn't, that was a cracker wasn't it Paddy? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,graffiti spotted in Edenderry Date: 16 Apr 02 - 08:16 AM Scrawled across a wall in Edenderry. The lambegí are gloatin'. "We will never forget you Malachy Somebody-or-other". |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Begrudger Date: 16 Apr 02 - 08:13 AM The bodhráníi if Irelabd are hounded mercilessly out of existence by the forces of philistinism and Orangeism. And yet this alison woman flaunts her lambeg in our faces! There is no justice in Ireland and never will be! Malachy Kearns ... the current and as yet unborn generations of bodhráníi will not forget you! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: alison Date: 15 Apr 02 - 10:13 PM applause!!!!!!!!!!! ENCORE!!!!!!!!!! 'thon waz pure majik, so it waz.... the Clancy Brothers had tears running down my cheeks with "By the risin' of the moon, by the risin' of the moon We'll hit our drums a dunder by the risin' of the moon".... only wish I could have got there in time to join in on my Lambeg!!! (brilliant work......) slainte alison |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,archivist Date: 15 Apr 02 - 11:33 AM although Campsite at Drumcree #1 is current at Mudcat, it has 166 messages and my computer times out before the thread is fully opened. I suggest anyone wanting to continue the festivities camps in this section of the site! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,THE GRAND FINALE!! Date: 11 Feb 02 - 06:18 AM (THE GHOST OF WILLIE CLANCY TAKES TO THE STAGE …) Ladies and Gentlemen … We'd like to thank yez all for comin' and for the jovial hospitality shown by all throughout the past few days up here in Drumcree. I'm sure yez'll all be hard-pressed to min' a fuckin' thing, the state of yez. Now, to roun' off proceedin's, we're gonny gi' yez something special … All musicians and personalities involved in the oul' proceedin's are assembled here behin' me for the finale. So, let's not have any further how d'ye do … the lads and lassies are gonny gi' yez thon oul' standard, "The Partin' Glass" in their own style. G'luck and good night! (THE CURTAIN PARTS TO REVEAL A STAGE FULL OF THE CREAM OF IRELAND'S MUSICAL AND OTHER TALENT … SHANE MACGOWAN STEPS FORWARD AS THE ASSEMBLED HORDES MOAN A DRONE NOTE FOR HIM) (SHANE) Oh, all the money that e'er I had I spent it in good company And all the harm that e'er I done Alas it was to none but me And all I've done for want of wit To mem'ry now I can't recall So fill to me the partin' glass (CHHEEEEEERRRRR) Goodnight and joy be with you all! (THE CHOIR PARTS. BARNEY McKENNA AND GERRY O'CONNOR ARE SEATED OPPOSITE EACH OTHER. THEY PLAY "THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY" THREE TIMES ROUND AND THEN LAUNCH INTO "OFF TO CALIFORNIA" THREE TIMES ROUND. THE CROWD CLOSES IN AROUND THEM AGAIN. THE AUDIENCE ARE IN A FRENZY. DEREK BELL STEPS UP TO THE MIKE.) (DEREK BELL) Oh if I had money enough to spend I'd buy an ounce of snow-white coke Cos I swear I'm damn near round the bend Oul' Paddy Moloney nearly makes me boke With his gerny wee gob and his "failte" bonhomie He 's such a pain in my fuckin' balls So raise to me the partin' glass Good night and joy be with you all (THE CHOIR PARTS TO REVEAL PADDY KEENAN AND LIAM ÓG O'FLYNN SEATED OPPOSITE EACH OTHER. THEY PLAY THREE TIMES ROUND "THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY" BEFORE LAUNCHING INTO A WILD VERSION OF "THE BUCKS OF ORANMORE". THE AUDIENCE ARE DEMENTED. THE CHOIR CLOSES AROUND THE PIPERS. EAMONN HOLMES TAKES THE MIKE.) (EAMONN HOLMES) Oh all the grub that ever I ate It fairly made my belly swell And all the Baileys that e'er I drank Was likin' drawin' water from a damn deep well And all the honeys I made a pass And footered with up the Seagoe wall Oh raise to me the partin' glass Good night and joy be with you all (THE CHOIR PARTS TO REVEAL TOMMY PEOPLES AND MAIREAD NI MHAONAIGH SITTING OPPOSITE EACH OTHER. THEY PLAY "THE WIND THAT SHAKES THE BARLEY" – JOHN DOHERTY'S SETTING – AND THEN LAUNCH INTO "TOMMY PEOPLES' REEL". THE CROWD GO FRANTIC. THE CHOIR CLOSES AROUND THEM AGAIN AND SINGS THE FINAL VERSE IN UNISON.) (CHOIR) Oh it's fare thee well to one and all From the session here in Sweet Drumcree And safely home through Portydown And onwards to your own country We may chance to meet again In Belfast, Cork or Donegal Then raise to me the partin' glass Good night and joy be with you all (THE CHOIR TROOPS OFF STAGE TO WILD APPLAUSE WHICH FADES TO AN EERIE SILENCE. SOMEWHERE … FAR OFF IN THE DISTANCE … A LONE PIPER PLAYS "TAIMSE IM CHODLADH.) THE END |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: Hrothgar Date: 09 Feb 02 - 06:12 AM You and I travel to the beat of a different drum, oh, can't you tell by the way I run every time you play drums at me... |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,George W. Bush Date: 08 Feb 02 - 05:47 PM Say, do any of you fellas sing any Irish songs? You know, like "Danny Boy", or "When Irish Eyes are Smiling"? Or what's that one about the animals, that starts "A long time ago when the earth was green..."? Laura and I just love Irish songs. Patriotically, George W. Bush |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Malachy Kearns, back from bodhran heaven - 2 Date: 08 Feb 02 - 05:01 PM awwww shite, no one told me I was dead. awwwwwww.... what about me goats...
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Derek Bell Date: 08 Feb 02 - 12:21 PM Here I didn't say that atall so I didn't. Somebody's codin' round so they are...this is feckin' terrible so it is. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Derek Bell Date: 08 Feb 02 - 12:19 PM Mr. O'Proddy I think your full of shite so I do. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Roman O'Proddy Date: 08 Feb 02 - 12:09 PM Following a hastily convened meeting of the Council of Ministers and of the full Commission, we have decided to form a new Commission Directorate-General, to be named DG Antipercussion and to be headed by Deputy Commission President
With the full backing of my team and of Please note that the Commission has no remit nor authority to tackle the issue of Dediddlyization at present. Roman O'Proddy for the European Commission |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Derek Bell Date: 08 Feb 02 - 11:53 AM I'd just like to say that in me own defence...that I was trying to sneak a sherbet fountain so that Paddy wouldn't see... when the postman came. Paddy shouted down the stairs was that the post and A swear to God he put the heart across me so he did and did'nt A spill the sherbet fountain onto the envelopes. One was a letter from Enya addressed to Sean Keane and the other was the gas bill. That's all I'd like to say...can A go to the toilet now? |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Malachy Kearns' Graveside Oration Date: 08 Feb 02 - 11:46 AM It has seemed right, before we turn away from this place in which we have laid the mortal remains of Malachy Kearns, that one among us should, in the name of all, speak the praise of that valiant man, and endeavor to formulate the thought and the hope that are in us as we stand around his grave. And if there is anything that makes it fitting that I, rather than some other, I rather than one of the grey-haired men who were young with him and shared in his labour and in his suffering, should speak here, it is perhaps that I may be taken as speaking on behalf of a new generation that has been re-baptised in the bodhránii faith, and that has accepted the responsibility of carrying out the bodhránii programme. I propose to you then that, here by the grave of this unrepentant bodhránii, we renew our baptismal vows; that, here by the grave of this unconquered and unconquerable man, we ask of God, each one for himself, such unshakable purpose, such high and gallant courage, such unbreakable strength of soul as belonged to Malachy Kearns. Deliberately here we avow ourselves, as he avowed himself in the dock, Bodhránii of one allegiance only. We of the Bodhrán Liberation Army, and you others who are associated with us in to-day's task and duty, are bound together and must stand together henceforth in brotherly union for the achievement of the freedom to batter and dunder. And we know only one definition of freedom: it is Moore's definition, it is Lupari's definition, it is Malachy Kearn's definition. Let no man blaspheme the cause that the dead generations of bodhránii served by giving it any other name and definition than their name and their definition. We stand at Kearns' grave not in sadness but rather in exaltation of spirit that it has been given to us to come thus into so close a communion with that brave and splendid Gael. Splendid and holy causes are served by men who are themselves splendid and holy. Kearns was splendid in the proud manhood of him, splendid in the heroic grace of him, splendid in the Gaelic strength and clarity and truth of him. And all that splendour and pride and strength was compatible with a humility and a simplicity of devotion to the bodhrán, to all that was olden and beautiful and Gaelic in Ireland. The clear true eyes of this man almost alone in his day visioned Ireland as we of to-day would surely have her: not free merely, but full of the battering of bater on goatskin as well. In a closer spiritual communion with him now than ever before or perhaps ever again, in a spiritual communion with those of his day, living and dead, who suffered with him on the run or in his hideaways throughout The Burren (Bodhrán Bodhrán), in communion of spirit too with our own dear comrades who hide out thus to-day, and speaking on their behalf as well as our own, we pledge to the bodhrán our love, and we pledge to the laws against the bodhrán our hate. This is a place of peace, sacred to the dead, where men should speak with all charity and with all restraint; but I hold it a Christian thing, as Kearns held it, to hate evil, to hate untruth, to hate oppression, and, hating them, to strive to overthrow them. Our foes are strong and wise and wary; but, strong and wise and wary as they are, they cannot undo the miracles of God who ripens in the hearts of young men the seeds sown by the young men of a former generation. And the seeds sown by the young men of Planxty and The Bothy Band are coming to their miraculous ripening to-day. Rulers and Defenders of Realms had need to be wary if they would guard against such processes. Life springs from death; and from the graves of bodhránii spring living bodhránii. The Defenders of this Realm have worked well in secret and in the open. They think that they have pacified Ireland. They think that they have purchased half of us and intimidated the other half. They think that they have foreseen everything, think that they have provided against everything; but the fools, the fools, the fools! - they have left us our bodhránii dead, and while Ireland holds these graves, Ireland devoid of the sacred rattle of the bater on goatskin shall never be at peace. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,NEWS Date: 08 Feb 02 - 11:44 AM News has reached us that Malachy Kearns, leader of the dissident New Real Provisional Continuity Bodhrán Liberation Army (Roundstone Branch) has been "battered into submission", by members of a rival bodhránii faction. A statement by the Real New Provisional Continuity Bodhrán Liberation Army (Walton's Branch) confirmed that the "battering into submission" (a euphemism for a gangland-style execution) was carried out in the interests of a "...just and lasting settlement for all percussionists in the Island of Ireland." Police are said to suspect a certain large gentleman of Italian extraction ... |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree IV From: GUEST,Graffiti Date: 08 Feb 02 - 11:27 AM Bodhrán drum = Máire Drumm Give peace a chance |
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