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Campsite at Drumcree V
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Yerman Date: 22 Dec 06 - 06:09 AM Der was a fenian, His name twas McGinn We use tye throw Tomatoes at him, But tomatoes are saft, Dey don't hurt yer skin But these ones DID, For dey wur still in the tin (P.P.) |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Philippa Date: 25 Jul 02 - 09:50 AM Isaac, your songwriting is getting indecent. I was looking up Rathlin island songs on the internet and found a reference to "... across the sea to Antrim's shore you come, We'll welcome you in royal style, to the sound of flute and drum And Ulster's hills shall echo still, from Rathlin ..." at www.scottishloyalists.com/songs.htm but the library computer denied me access under the'block pornography' rule! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Masutosupercomputer resources Date: 18 Jul 02 - 06:41 AM Future generations of ethnocodologists may wish to note that, for the duration of the Marching Season, LOL 666 has set up an alternative campsite in the adjoining field, where tea and stickie buns are being served for the nostalgic. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Derryadd Sam Date: 03 Jul 02 - 02:39 PM God save is, Bro McKittery the bliddy trouble we had tearing thon oul reg down. Do yeh know,I haven`t a bliddy ass in mih trousers,the fenian scum-begs had shite all over the pole and I slid down thon roof an only for the gutter I`da finished up in the lake. The bliddy boyo`s we were paying to keep an eye on the place were full of bucky and it had fairly knocked their shite out, sleepin` like a pair of oul sou`s. I am plased to gaze upon our beloved fleg of her majesty flyin proudly agin, although theres a quare smell of thon oul pole,[aye thon fella in Rome as well]. That`s a quare bit of a song Bro McKittery well give it stick on the Hill. Derryadd Sam. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 03 Jul 02 - 04:50 AM Woe and calamity! If the bloody shinners haven't went an' stuck the tricolour on the international headquarters of the Royal Black Preceptory! It's way now. But, I can tell ye, there was a quare lot of us swaytin' till we had it down! This wee ditty's all the go in the camp as we spake! Oh then father dear I often hear you speak of Brownlow pile The seat of fear and bigotry, of purse-lipped loyal bile They say it's where Nick might reside, if he came up from Hell But why have you abandoned it, the rayson till me tell It bein' a summer's mornin' an' a wee bit after dark To exercise my marchin' legs, I took to Lurgan Park But as I gazed, in shock amazed, I couldn't help but scream For flying over Brownlow pile was the orange, white and green I raised a loud alarum and the brethren did appear To look with grim expressions on this sight so very queer "The curse of God be visited on the foes of our dear Queen Who shinned the Brownlow drainpipe and flew orange, white and green" And so it was determined then till rip down thon oul' rag And so I inched along the mast towards the free state flag But I could not untie the knot, so tight it was and keen And still above the castle flew the orange, white and green And so we sent for scissors and we sent for garden shears For hatchets and for bow-saws and for other cutting gear The noble sons of Ulster then with faces fierce and mean Sawed down the bloody flagpole and the orange, white and green Oh father dear the time will come when on vengeance we will call And the loyal ducks of Magheralin will waddle up the Falls I'll be man to lead the van and I'll tell you what we'll do Over Gerry's office we will fly red, white and blue
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,BBC News Date: 27 Jun 02 - 12:51 PM Outside Mudcat towers the protest has certainly gained momentum. Musicians have been flown in from the original campsite and the number of protesters have grown. Picketers carrying placards have now almost surrounded the building. The FBI have been on high alert since rumours have been circulating that known bodhraneers Gino Lupari and Malachy Kearns may try to join the protesters. There has still been no word from Mudcat officials although they have been seen peering from behind curtains high up in Mudcat Towers. The situation here is tense, more at 11. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,BBC News Date: 27 Jun 02 - 12:32 PM Police had to be called to break up a disturbance outside Gray's Inns after closing time last night. Mary Robinson and Gareth Pierce were seen rolling around in the gutter pulling each other's hair in a good old-fashioned 'Catfight, after an argument broke out over which of them should represent the Drumcree V in the latter's bid for permathread status. Criminal charges are not likely to be pressed. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST, from Big Ian's congregation Date: 27 Jun 02 - 11:39 AM Big Ian - preaching: "An yon infidel Modcat will be cas' dorn intill the depths o' hell where thar will be a weepin' and a gnashin' o teeth...!"
Old lady in congregation: "But I havna got ana teeth...!"
Big Ian, furious and bellowing: "Teeth will be provided..." |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Big Ian Date: 27 Jun 02 - 11:12 AM Permathread, is it? I'll give ye permathread! Permafrost more like, because hell will freeze over before I staund aside and let this craven British Government and its Mudcat lackeys cave in tae those republican murderers with their folk songs and their jigs and reels and their outrageous demaunds for special category treatment! (Sings/bellows): LAND OF HOPE AND GLORY... |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,BBC News Date: 27 Jun 02 - 10:40 AM Its 12 o Clock and time for the news. Protesters gathered today outside Mudcat towers to demand perma-thread status for the campsite at Drumcree. Joe Offer Mudcat vice-honcho was jostled by protesters as he made his way from his limo to the front doors of the building. Mr Offer covered his head with a Mudcat tee-shirt as he was pelted with pasties and fish and chip bags. Spokesman for the protesters Mr. Brush Shields said "the protest would continye till the demands of the protesters was recanized, there's nowhere to run Offer nowhere to hide," added Mr.Shields. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 26 Jun 02 - 08:25 AM Them Lundy boys might be quare'n good at rewritin' th'oul pap songs. But I wonder if they're any good at re-writin' th'oul folk songs? Oh Mrs McKittery says Father Mike We'd like to make a fenian out of your son, Ike We'll get rid of his sash and his bowler hat Now Mrs McKittery wouldn't you like that? With me too-rye-a, fal-de-diddle-da Too-rye-oo-rye-oo-rye-a We'll get him along till Midnight Mass And at Lough Derg he can do a fast And every 12th he can deck his house With a flag that's official with our friends down South With me too-rye-a, fal-de-diddle-da Too-rye-oo-rye-oo-rye-a We'll sign him up for Tír-na-nÓg And he'll learn to like the Dubs and the early Pogues He'll go on his holidays till Donegal And he'll soon forget about "Derry's Walls" With me too-rye-a, fal-de-diddle-da Too-rye-oo-rye-oo-rye-a He'll vote for Gerry, or he'll vote for Bríd And he'll learn by heart th'oul Roman creed And he'll leave Edenderry by th'oul Bann's side And up the Falls, sure he will reside With me too-rye-a, fal-de-diddle-da Too-rye-oo-rye-oo-rye-a |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: Hrothgar Date: 26 Jun 02 - 05:23 AM Fortunately, they are not in English. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: alison Date: 26 Jun 02 - 04:17 AM but if you want a whole heap more songs...... try this site ludicrous orange........ your fav pop songs as you haven't heard them before..........lol (warning the accents are strong and so is the language!!) |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 26 Jun 02 - 03:52 AM And for your information this IS The McKittery Show! If yez don't like it yez can piss aff back to the Free State where yez belong! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 26 Jun 02 - 03:50 AM Oh, yez can all mock! And as for you, ye wee Strailyin tayse! I never felt happier than the day I torned roun' in the water and started back for thon wee bitter town I call home! On the 12th of July the brethren and I marched out of sweet Edenderry We swaggered and swayed, the annual parade, our hearts they were blithesome and merry Determined to stroll up Garvaghy Road where often we'd baited the shinners Me and the lads, we'd walked up thon pad more often than you've had hot dinners O-o-o I wish I was in Edenderry O-o-o too many concessions to Gerry We got till the junction, a cop pulled his truncheon and says "Up this road you won't walk, sir!" Says I "Yer oul' ass! Out my way. Let me past! And no more of this stupid talk, there!" I made for till go and he roared out … "Hi, no!" and hit me a skite wi' his baton My poor head was reelin' from his mighty creelin' I wish I'd kep' my bowler hat on O-o-o I wish I was in Edenderry O-o-o too many concessions to Gerry
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: alison Date: 26 Jun 02 - 02:25 AM you know Isaac I thought ye'd have been in better shape after all thon swimmin'... looks like you need to lose a bit of weight there..... good music though....lol slainte alison |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST Date: 25 Jun 02 - 08:31 PM Shure, & wats dis? De McKittery Show? He's worse for bein alwiz on dan yer man Gaye Byrne was a whiles back on de telly... Enuff o' him, sez I! |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 25 Jun 02 - 08:27 AM The boys are on the march says the boul' King Bill The boys are on the march says the boul' King Bill The boys are on the march See them stream beneath the arch And the taigs had better watch says the boul' King Bill Where are we to go says the boul' King Bill Where are we to go says the boul' King Bill Where are we to go Up the oul' Garvaghy Road Where we'll give the fifes a blow says the boul' King Bill And what there shall we do says the boul' King Bill And what there shall we do says the boul King Bill And what there shall we do Only raise a loud haroo And unfurl red white and blue says the boul' King Bill And what will that achieve says the boul' King Bill And what will that achieve says the boul' King Bill And what will that achieve Only make them more aggrieved More angry and more peeved says the boul' King Bill Ah jump into my eye says the boul' King Bill Ah jump into my eye says the boul' King Bill Jump into my eye For damn the hair care I They can whinge and moan and cry says the boul' King Bill If they won't let us pass says the boul' King Bill If they won't let us pass says the boul' King Bill If they won't let us pass They can kiss my loyal ass I'll camp out on the grass says the boul' King Bill Here's the Drumcree camp says the boul' King Bill Here's the Drumcree camp says the boul' King Bill Here's the Drumcree camp It's awful coul' and damp And I'm livin' like a tramp says the boul' King Bill How long there will you live says the boul' King Bill How long there will you live says the boul' King Bill How long there will you live Until in the fenians give Though my tent leaks like a sieve says the boul' King Bill
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: Hrothgar Date: 14 Jun 02 - 09:21 PM No stamina, McKittery. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 14 Jun 02 - 10:12 AM TILL WELCOME ISAAC HOME It's a long time at say I've bin swimmin' Till coort wi' my wee Ozzy blade It's now back till home I'm retornin' For I fear that she has me betrayed Hurrah, me boys, hurrah No more do I wish for till roam The rain will teem down On boul' Portydown Till welcome Isaac home Out on the waves I've bin draymin' Of sodie farls, Veda and bracks A big sloat of tay and Shillington's Quay Awaitin' me when I get back Hurrah, me boys, hurrah No more do I wish for till roam The boul' sons of Bill Will march through Richill Till welcome Isaac home Till stawn wanst again wi' my comrades Till face down our damnable foes Till try wanst again come the sayson Till walk up the Garvaghy Road Hurrah, me boys, hurrah No more do I wish for till roam They'll shout "Up The Quane" In Killicomaine Till welcome Isaac home The Fenians have Gaelic and hurling Till keep them in crack I suppose But in the Wee Free, we've still got Drumcree Where the proud seed of bitterness grows Hurrah, me boys, hurrah I won't bow the knee till Rome The kerbs on the road Will get a fresh coat Till welcome Isaac home
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: Coyote Breath Date: 11 Jun 02 - 10:20 AM Need words to an obscure song which I THINK is tittled: Who put the drum in Drumcree? CB |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 11 Jun 02 - 06:52 AM THE SHORES OF AUSTRAIL-EYE-AY I'm bidding adieu till the land of my youth Portydown that I love so well And that camp of renown near my own native town I bid it a fond farewell For it's now I depart, though it tortures my heart Where I spent many happy days And I'll cut through the foam, like an eel for till roam Till the shores of Austrail-eye-ay It's not for the want of fortune I roam Not for turnin' my back on the crown And it's not to desert the sweet land of my birth And my comrades in Portydown It's all for the love of the fairest wee banty That ever once perched for till lay That I swim like a pullan, caught near Aghagallon, Till the shores of Austrail-eye-ay I've never surrendered despite cruel foes Who'd have had me all gagged and bound But I've bate me drum jist like any good Hun Who resides in that wee Bannside town I'd fight till I die so above me the sky Is true blue and not fenian grey So neither water nor distance will dull my persistence As I swim till Austrail-eye-ay Neither whale-fish nor seal shall dampen my zeal And the sharks shall not give me cause To falter or fear, to mutter "Oh dear" To hesitate, panic or pause But jist like a true son of Orange and Blue I'll let nothing stand in my way As I swim like a brime in double-quick time Till the shores of Austrail-eye-ay If I was till fin' that my lass was untrue And was coortin' the ice-cream man My eye I'd not wipe, I'd not act the glipe But I'd head straightaway for the Bann For I'd far rather bathe, if I was betrayed In the water near Shillington's Quay Than the tropical strands round thon farway land The shores of Austrail-eye-ay |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Isaac McKittery Date: 11 Jun 02 - 04:10 AM THE PORTADOWN WHALE FISHERIES In the year of our Lord two-thousand-and-two True love got the better of me So I bid adieu till the orange and the blue And bade farewell till sweet Drumcree, me boys Bade farewell till sweet Drumcree In an oul' Duke's lorry I hitched a lift Till the loyal city of Larne And with not an ounce of fear, I div aff thon oul' pier And for Australia, aff I swam me boys For Australia aff I swam I hear that she's a lovely dame And I'm longin' till give her an oul' squeeze The prospect of a coort and a rummage in her skirt Keeps me ploughin' through the angry seas, me boys Ploughin' through the angry seas But sorry news came to my ears She's been flirtin' with a man who sells the pokes "Oh, McKittery, you'll not cod. I honour monarchs and fear God. She'll not take me for a joke, me boys! She'll not take me for a joke" "You look like you could use a hawn!" Came a voice from the ocean green In a welter of spray (Just like Moses split the say!) Rose the biggest fish you've ever seen, me boys The biggest fish you've ever seen "Oh pl'ase don't ate me up" says I "Oh, thon wud never do!" "Oh do not fear, my darlin' brother dear Can't you see that I'm true blue, me boys Can't you see that I'm true blue!" So up on his back, I then did climb And he made his oul' way towards the north And we sang "Dolly's Braes" as we made our watery way And up the Bann we sallied forth, me boys And up the Bann we sallied forth At Shillington's Bridge, we came to a halt With joy I was overcome Says the whale "When I die, you can tan my oul' hide And make the world's biggest lambeg drum, me boys And make the world's biggest lambeg drum." |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Norn Iron TV listings Date: 10 Jun 02 - 12:27 PM NITV listings: Tuesday 11 June 2002
06.00 Big Big Breakfast with Eamonn Holmes (*Farming update) |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: alison Date: 10 Jun 02 - 02:11 AM sniff... sob..... sniff..... I'm on me way back from the quay Where me hopes in pieces lay. Think I'll pick me up a navvy And go rolling in the hay. For my heart is ripped to pieces All my dreams in tatters stand, Now Isaacs gone, sure he strung me along, Said he'd come to win my hand Farewell to yer skimpy speedos Farewell to yer pale white thighs Farewell to yer brolly and yer wee sash And to hell wi' your pack of lies For you said you'd come to woo me I was waiting at the quay For a gormless glipe, who's a spineless shite Just to see him swim away. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,David Dimbleby Date: 09 Jun 02 - 06:33 PM Geography: F+
Marine biology: F- Artistic quality: F*** off |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Paddy Reilly & Christy Moore Date: 09 Jun 02 - 04:56 PM By lonely billabong I heard a wee Prod lass burst into song: "Isaac, you have stole me heart away. For I'm feeling all a skittery On account of you, McKittery And you throbbing in your orange Speedo thong."
Low lie the fields round Aughnacloy
But soon she changed her tune
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: ozmacca Date: 08 Jun 02 - 06:07 AM (Fade in ABC newsreader) "The Prime Minister, Mr Howard, has announced that an illegal people-smuggling racket of gigantic proportions has today been foiled by units of the Australian armed forces in a death-defying bid to prevent an authorised vessel approaching these hallowed shores. This dastardly bid to invade our land has been thwarted by the bravery and brilliant action of our gallant servicemen and servicewomen. As innumerable adults lining the rails of the orange coloured vessel prepared to hurl thousands of children into the shark infested seas, the rotten, rust-riddled hulk managed to slip into a sea-mist and has since disappeared. The craft, believed to be the M.V. Isaac McKittery, registered in Liberia, crewed in Northern Ireland and banned in most ports, has not been sighted since the occurrence, early today. Forty-three videos, six hundred and fifty-eight still photographs, three oil paintings and a marble statue of the Isaac McKittery and its' heavily overcrowded human cargo were sent back from the naval vessels involved. These have been dismissed as fraudulent and impermissible evidence by Mr Ruddock, Minister for Eliminating Immigration. An authorised photograph has been released for publication, which shows a slightly out of focus and grainy view of Mr Howard on a fact-finding mission to George Dubbya. It is hoped that this successful action will reduce even further the illegal immigration of unwanted foreigners into this, our own, our sacred homeland. (Stands, sings two choruses of Waltzing Matilda, fade out.....) |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: Hrothgar Date: 08 Jun 02 - 05:57 AM Is there any truth in the rumour that Japanese whaling "researchers" have applied to the International Whaling Commission for authorisation for a quota of the endangered/rare McKittery whales, to go woth their exisiting catch of minke whales? This is, of course, assuming that Captain Ahab doesn't get there first. |
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Subject: RE: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Film trailer Date: 07 Jun 02 - 09:30 AM (Soaring violins. Opening credits: A SLUSHFEST PRODUCTION) Mr Voiceover: "The heart-rending struggle of one man's journey around the world for the sake of true love..." (A clip of Tom Hanks swimming the butterfly stroke, rising and dipping in the ocean waves. The violins continue to play.) "His loyalty stood the test of time...his love crossed the world." (Tom Hanks swims nobley onwards, with a bowler hat for company.) (The camera pans around Meg Ryan, standing in the sunset by the water's edge on a deserted Australian beach, her hair blown back in the wind, a glazed look in her eyes.) "She sought life in a new land, but found love from home." (Clip fades back to Tom Hanks swimming determinedly onwards. The violins reach a crescendo.) "This summer, Tom Hanks is Iassac McKittery and Meg Ryan is alison in a movie that teaches us that love will find a way." (Nauseating music fades, the title "Loyal Heart" fades in, with the tagline "You Got Whale" underneath.) |
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Subject: Campsite at Drumcree V From: GUEST,Anawr part to the thread Date: 07 Jun 02 - 09:27 AM Right lads, in yez come, there's enough in that last thread there, know what I mean? |
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