MudCat Newfoundland Pub

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 07 Jan 02 - 03:23 PM

"By tunderin dyin'!! Dat was a party!" says a voice from under one of the tables in the back. Lovey song dere miss, I promises to watch h'out for dat cow. Sometimes I wonders if da milk is wort da kicks. Now if ole bossy had beer in her udders dat would be different! Or about a drop for da road dere barkeep. Its a long flight back to da mainlang and I don't like to be awake for it.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 07 Jan 02 - 01:23 PM

The door flings open and one of the locals, well known for his pranks, makes a mad dash to the bar. Barely able to catch his breath, he gives the barkeep an astonished look and gasps, "Ye got AIDS ??!!" Keep, obviously startled, replies, most emphatically, "NOOO !!" With a wry smile, the joker says, "Ahhhh, yer de asshole I bin lookin fer." The bar erupts with laughter and keep rewards him with an ale for his antics.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Raptor
Date: 07 Jan 02 - 10:41 AM

I'll Have a blue star please.
Carol ignore the cowardly Guest that won't even leave his name and join me for a mess of tounges.
A taxi driver on george street once told me that when you die and go to heaven you'll be able to spot the newfoundlanders cause we'll be the ones that want to go back home!
Raptor

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 07 Jan 02 - 09:28 AM

well - guess we'll just have to drink all the beer before it goes warm, then.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 07 Jan 02 - 05:51 AM

MMario asks, "Why did the power go out ? The weather's not bad." The bearded fella replies, "Roun ere a bad forecast'd put the power out, bye.", and goes back to sipping.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From:
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 10:51 PM

And just as she sang the last notes, with darts to the dartboard whizzing over her head and the Hell's Angels Angel Quartet humming softly and dreamily and the Mummers, some with lampshades on their heads and ash on their faces getting ready to strike up a chorus of Old King Wen buddy whats his name..the lights..and the heat..and the machine what keeps the beer cold..went out...

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 09:53 PM

Lets go home again to the rock my friend
Its time for our roamin and rambling to end
So let us not wait til we're drove round the bend
Lets go home to the island my friend

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 09:26 PM

see? TOLD you you could sing.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: CarolC
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 09:18 PM

With a little squeak of rain slicker against bar stool, the accordion player shifted her position a little. She looked around the room and noticed a few familiar faces. Nodding to the audience, she cleared her throat and prepared to sing (which was a big event in itself, seeing as how she never sings)...

Where are you now, you funny little man
Are you sliding through life without any real plan
Are the rocks and the shore still close to your door
Is it snowing and blowing, your winter skin showing?

The whine of the snowmobiles echoes the past
The ice on the water is thickening fast
Are you warm by the seashore, your days without pain
Soft hands there to smooth out your troubles again?

The springtime is beckoning, calling us now
Like the soft gentle gaze of a old dairy cow
What answer to give her, what message to send
Do we welcome the future just like an old friend?

The questions are huge, and the answers elusive
But each day we tackle the ones we face now
And one day we look back and we see where we've been
And we know we will never go back there again

But into the future we go with some caution
And hope the old cow doesn't kick us too often
And nursing our bruises, we hope for the best
And hope that we manage to pass the next test....

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 05:43 PM

As the Mummers enter in all their glory the woman in the rain slicker and a guy with a Jimmy Buffett golf shirt, as slight southern Newfie accent and a Purty SeaGull A Flame Maple. Strike up a tune and play and sing..

Any Mummers 'Lowed in.

http://lord.educ.mun.ca/educ4142/alexander4.htm

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 05:30 PM

Well Gnu Hopefully the GUEST Fly is gone to stay.

Its Jan 6 the last day for Mummering. I hope some mummers come in!

Here's where you can hear a bit of Any Mummers 'Lowed In by Simani.

http://www.k12.nf.ca/fitzgerald/Commun/music/Simani.html

I'm off to look for the words!

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 05:16 PM

Jack, me son. Is that a misunderstandin or what ? Come clean or stay home.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 05:11 PM

In from a fine shate we notice one of those horrible yellow flies buzzing around. This one seems to have a yellow character to match his yellow Arse and not enough imagination to join in or enough courtesy to stay away. Jarge the bartender asks. "Who's stepped in their horses leavings? Clean off yer boots on da mat h'outside til h'I sprays a bit o' Raid around. Don't worry H'I got da hexrta strength "Shit Fly" formula.

Play somma dat h'ironic finland music dere me little darlin'. I goes good wit the cold and da wind.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 06 Jan 02 - 04:59 PM

.... Our Lady... from Deep Purple's last GOOD album, Machine Head. Shocking ? I should say so, since everyone expected Lady of Spain. Wha ? Why would such a demure folkie choose such a Rock n' Roll Blues tune, anywaaaaaayyyy ? Has she actually crossed to Blues on the squeezebox ? Has she lost her folking mind and gone on, bye ?

Whadddya mean, last call ? I'm only after avin a few. Let's see what the maid's got inner box, bye. She's jus gettin warmed up. An' there's only been a few mainlanders visit the pub. Where are ye all ? Where's dat l'il mouse ? No possum players, needer. Not even a L'il 'awk. Jaysus, she's a rough go tryin ta get somethin goin wit ye bunch. Jack... pass the puck once in a while, eh ?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 07:50 PM

I don't - especially for a nonAmerican American like yourself. heh heh heh (to quote you)

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: CarolC
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 07:49 PM

Wow, GUEST. You're starting to make me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. I didn't know you cared.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Cobble
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 07:40 PM

You lovable buggers, don't you know your making this old ex-RN.s mind work overtime, back to the days when my ship was based in St Johns for two or three months, about 1966-67, you sods mental time machine working overtime.

Love ya Cobble.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 07:26 PM

Why do we have to put up with inane posts like CarolC's in this thread? You people make it sound like this is a "real" room with "real" people mulling about. Hellooooooooooooooooooo it's still the internet!

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 03:18 PM

That kind of freeze didn't happen every years. Some winters it never got much below freezing. For the ocean to freeze like that you need a succession of very calm days when the tempreature is well below the freezing point of salt water (26 f)

Fortunato I'm writing from Columbus GA. Haven't been bach to The Rock in a while. The Cold, snow, sleet, rain and ice we've been having here made me a little homesick. I may go back there to live when I start to miss my snow shovel.

Thanks for visting the Pub everyone. looks like it may be time to close 'er up for now.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 01:21 PM

Fortunato - MD *is* a southern state! heck - I've never seen the sea freeze over with black ice - but I do remember several winters when Cape Cod Bay froze over - and the winter the Canal froze (not a common event considering the tides and the current!) and MD is about the same distance south from the Cape as NFL is north.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,Fortunato, cold in Maryland
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 09:07 AM

"Hockey on the ocean." I'm beginning to think of Maryland as a southern state. That phrase is outside my frame of reference. I'll come see NewfunLAND in the summer.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 01:18 AM

So the naughty constable and the and the adventurous professor walk off into the night, the crusty old sailor notices that the harbour has frozen an there is black, salth water ice as far as the eye can see.

Have you ever played hockey on the ocean? Asks the enthusiastic Newfie youth from a Christams 20 years ago. THe harbour is like black glass. There's skates and sticks in the back room. but we only got one puck so if you hit it too hard you'll be chasing it all night.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Nerd
Date: 05 Jan 02 - 01:14 AM

Ah, for a pint with Fergus at the Ship Inn. I ain't been to Newfoundland in more than a year now, so I love to hear all your newfoundlander talk. Here's some bad verses. Dildo's a real place, of course, or these would be even less funny...

Now Chester was down from Dildo town
and visiting every shebeen
to find him a girlie with hair that was curly
and Nell was the best that he'd seen

He played her a jig, and admired her wig
as it bounced all in front of her face
then he laid down his bow, and said "Nell, you know
yer the prettiest girl in the place."

So Nell, would you come for the fine Dildo rum
and stay for a time and a dance
In a boat or a car,
sure it's not very far from Dildo to Come-By-Chance

But Banjo Pete and Bodhran Dick
Had designs on poor Nell of their own,
So they told her that Chester was out to molest her
And offered to drive her home

So Nell had to think while she nursed her last drink
And decide where her loyalties ran
And she mumbled a song as she thought hard and long
"Peter, Dick or the Dildo Man?"

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 09:33 PM

Why constable...is that the correct term? Did you come to ask me to dance? The fiddle and the accordian are so lively. You want to see MY papers? Well, sir, not to question your authority, and of course you have every right, but I am of course properly registered with your delightful province. My papers happen to be in my hotel room. I do not carry them on my person. Just out of curiousity, why would you, not that you can't enquire of anyone, but why, when we are surrounded by ruffians from Heaven knows where, and ladies who do not comport themselves like ladies, and people who obviously are from other ports of call, why would you call upon a tenured professor, and an anemic looking folksinger? Do we look somewhat suspect perhaps? Would you care to accompany me to my hotel room, perhaps have a nightcap, and we can sort this out.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Gareth
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 09:00 PM

Sorry - other matters ( see this site) distracted me from adding to the ballard of Nefie Nell tinight, but watch this thread.

Gareth

Ps let others continue the Saga !

For we sung in that Newfie Tavern
Its a saga that we know so well
It's there that we gave up our manhoof
Its there that our dear comrades fell".

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 04:55 PM

Jack ! Yer back, bye ! Wot ye got in yer mout me ol cock ? I'll ave some fish n brewis, too, long as ee got some fine bit a onions inner. 'Old the scrunchins, though, buddy, me ol stomachs gone fer dat.

Where were ya too, bye ?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 04:42 PM

tosses a couple of coins into the jar on the counter labeled "moolah for Max" - looks at the level of coins in the jar and tosses in a couple of bills from his wallet.

catch you later guys - got me a tardis to catch.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 04:31 PM

Fish and brewis please and don't spare the scrunchins. Says a crusty old salt. and a black 'orse. and a shot a dock to take da taste outta me mout'. H'is dat dem dere 'ells angels? Better mind yer bikes bye's Mike da moose is h'out dere an e's kinda partial to leather. Mind now ya can't shoot 'im cause dis bar is in the Exquisite Estuary National Park.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 03:19 PM

Are you addressing me, or the one they call Lovely Rita Meta Maid or the very talented accordian player? I can assure you that I personally have not been a centerfold, much less of a magazine of that nature. Now, perhaps if you are referring to Lovely Rita???

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 03:06 PM

Weren't you Miss May in the 'D&D Society Journal" centerfold issue?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:56 PM

Another large, burly, bearded gentlemen enters just as the Angels are leaving, while laughing and joking with Garge the keep, having given him a sizable tip for his entertaining wit. He orders a double dark n dirty and espies the vision in oil skins and fishnet stockings. "Requests ? If ye can play dat squeezebox 'alf as good as ye looks, play anything, and I'll mend dat catch in yer nets roight noice." She places her sou'wester over the run in her stockings, blushes coyly, and begins to play...

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:49 PM

Thank you for overlooking my faux pas. Perhaps you are aware of my research: Dialect and Dialectics: A cross cultural comparison of the Greek Tragedies with Maritime Murder Ballads as seen through 20th Century Contemporary Thought. I have been published in many journals.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:30 PM

Dr. Cherrywinkle - don't mind me. I'm a visitor to these parts myself; but having grown up in a tourist region I have a very strong aversion to the word "quaint".

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:20 PM

I am so sorry. I did not mean to offend. I do respect all cultures and traditions. I guess my ivory tower is showing. Actually my grandmother was a Newfoundlander and I am named after her..Maude Noseworthy of Joe Blatt's Arm. Perhaps you know the place. I plan to center my studies in that area. And are those really Hell's Angels? I don't believe I have ever been in the same room with a Hell's Angel. Much less shared a drink.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: MMario
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:11 PM

did she say "Quaint?" PLEASE tell me she didn't say "quaint"!

The nearly un-noticiable guy in the corner begins to huff, puff and turn green - growing considerably in size as he does so...

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 01:55 PM

Maude maid. Tell us wats at CFA for ?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 01:50 PM

Why sir, I will take some of that rum. And allow me to introduce myself. I am Miss, well, Professor, or Dr. if you prefer, Maude Cherrywinkle. I am spending my sabbatical here collecting folklore. I do enjoy the dialect and the quaintness here so much. And I love the ballads and the picturesque scenery. I am sure I have to much to learn here and I hope you don't mind if a CFA enjoys a glass with the regulars.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jim Krause
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 01:45 PM

So we have so far:

"When a man grows old, and his voice turns cold,
And his tuneing peg turns Blue,
And it sounds in the middle, like an off key fiddle
Well a tale or two he'll tell."

"So hand me a beer, and pull up a chair
And a tale I'll tell to you,
About two young folkiess from that Mainland Hell
And a Singer called, Newfoundland Nell."

"Now Banjo Pete, and Bhodran Dick,
were out on the Folksing Trail
And they'd had no luck,in the way of a pluck,
for niegh on a month or two."

"Now up to the bar, came a beaten up car
To the Bar down in the Strand,
With Bodhran Dick with his beating stick,
And Pete with his Banjo in hand."

Now Newfoundland Nell could sing lke a bell
And buddy, could she ever dance?
But her main claim to fame, was the place that she came
She'd come from Come By Chance

So Banjo Pete and Bodhran Dick
Ordered them up a beer
Said Newfie Nell "Oh what the hell
We need a fiddler in here

In the shadows in the corner
Like Little Jack Horner
Sat the derelict Chester Drawers
He was tight and brittle, but he could play fiddle
With the best of the troubadours

Jim

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 01:30 PM

Several large, burly, bearded gentlemen, wearing colours, seat themselves at the bar and order Jack Daniels Whiskey. The barkeep, a smallish, friendly fella, replies, "Don't know Jack Daniels. We gots Canadian Club and we gots rum, bye." One of the bikers leans forward and says, "We just got off a thirteen hour ferry ride from Nova Scotia and you don't have any real whiskey ? What kind of a fuckin bar is this ?" Pleasantly, keep replies, "Fuckin bar ? Oh, ye be lookin fer Rita. She's not on just yet, but would ye care for Canadian Club Rye Whiskey ? It might not be Jack Whassisname, but it's good whiskey. Mind you, the rum's what most MEN drink round ere."

The largest of the bikers takes offense at the "most men" comment and says, "Look little fella, real men drink real whiskey. One more sassy remark out of you and you might not make it out of this bar. Don't uou know who we are ?" Keep asks, "No... ooo are ye ? Turning his colours toward the unshaken barkeep, the biker says menacingly, "Hell's Angels... and there's over a hundred of us just got off the ferry."

"Well, in that case, you'd better have a Canadian Club quick, because there's not enough for a hundred.", says keep and he begins to pour, adding, "And do ye know who we are ?", nodding toward the other patrons. Gruffly, the biker asks, "No... who are YOU ?" Calmly, still pouring rye, keep says, "We're NewfunLANDERS, and there's about 700,000 of us, so ye might want to sip your whiskey politely or you might not make it off this island."

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Fortunato
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 10:08 AM

Steven C*****s, was right, Brother Fielding, I've heard you tell the dancer story myself. I've got one about The Snake Lady you might like to hear. Oh, those were the days. It seems I ought to have wandered a bit further up north. NewfunLAND, eh? Flipper pie? Probably better than the Hogshead Cheese they used to make up in Doval Holler. Cheers, Fortunato

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: gnu
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 07:27 AM

Just anudder bayman enters and speaks briefly to the Canada Customs man. They share a laugh and two more dark n dirty arrive for the man. The bayman exits. Moments later, after a series of thuds from the back room, the bayman returns and buys the pub a round of drinks, rum for all, with a toast to "Our French Brothers" from acrost the water. He bids his leave and continues his rounds.

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Lyrical Lady
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 02:06 AM

"Jaysus Lord Thunderin'' has any one seen that tall, tin whistle blower and his side kick Jimmy from BC. Ya all know the one... calls his self "Musicmaker" or sumpthin similar ... Now there's a pair to perk up a pub!

I love ya... alla ya's.... ya know that... doncha?

LL

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Jack the Sailor
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 01:59 AM

NewfunLAND if you're talking normal, New Found LAND if you're being a bit grand. Spacey says it the grand way, I guess as an ACTOR he must enunciate. Conan O'Brien said Newfinlund.. silly hangashore!

The Shipping News is about a Brooklyn guy who goes back to his ancestral home in Newfoundland and hooks up with Julianne more. And yes, flipper pies are real. They are in the movie in fact. But they are far from the fine delicacy that cod tongues are.

RITA comes in and she is just as comely as all those years ago. She plants a big kiss on Rick's cheek and asks him to do that old folksong, "You knows Rick, da one about walkin' on the sands of the Grand Banks of Newfoundland!"

The landlord slides the Canada Customs man a drink and asks him just who he is talking to and wouldn't he rather just sit down and have a rum or two.

A baratone voice continues the song......

Now Newfoundland Nell could sing lke a bell
and buddy, could she ever dance?
But her main claim to fame, was the place that she came
She'd come from Come By Chance

Screech anyone?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,mg
Date: 04 Jan 02 - 12:18 AM

Immigration here. I'd like to see some identification. Are you a citizen, landed immigrant?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Rick Fielding
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 11:36 PM

The veteran folksinger eased down into his chair and surveyed the room. It reminded him of his first visit to the Rock a little over thirty years ago. He remembered checking into The Welcome Hotel (surely long torn down) and being amazed...first at the MANUAL elevator, and then at the heavy coiled rope bolted to the radiator next to the one window. "That's the fire escape?" He quickly realized it was. He had one more little surprise to come. In the drawer beside the bed, next to the omnipresent Gideon Bible was a note from the last occupant of the room (and consquently, last week's folksinger at the pub.)

"Hi Rick, enjoy your stay. It's kind of weird here but you'll like it. The pub is owned by Joey Smallwood's brother, and stays open long after the others have to close. Don't worry if some nights it seems no one is listening. The audience will probably be 90% Portugese or Russian sailors and they don't speak a word of English. They all know "Irene Goodnight" though. Sing that for 'em and they'll love it. Oh, and one more thing....Has RITA said hello yet? If not, I'll warn you. She's the topless Go-Go dancer in the pub. The agency didn't tell you about her did they? Well, she'll expect you to be her BOYFRIEND for the week. Believe me, you don't have a choice in this! Everyone at the pub is in on this...it's kind of a rite of passage for first timers here....and she's JEALOUS. Don't even look at another girl while you're here. If you don't go along with her, she'll make your life bloody miserable, so just try to deal with it. She's actually pretty attractive, and she'll show you around the area. Don't forget though, she expects to stay with you in the Hotel every night. The day before you leave, you'll have to go and meet her parents on the outskirts of town and have dinner. Just be cool. You'll have a good story to tell for the rest of your life. Don't bother being on the lookout for her...she'll come to the Hotel and take you to the pub. Oh, and one other thing....leave a note for the next guy in.
Good luck, Steven C*****s.

The veteran folksinger chuckled to himself as he remembered standing there in shock after having read the note.....and then hearing a knock on the door.

He DID remember to leave a note for the next guy though...with a few more details.

Rick

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Barry T
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 10:54 PM

Here's some music to go with yer Ode, Jack!

All together now...

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: katlaughing
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 07:56 PM

Jack, thanks for the pronunciation and for posting the anthem; it's so beautiful, it made me cry! Now, a question, if you please? Is it New-fown-LAND (as in frown) or New-fun-LAND?

Gareth, well done! Reminds me of Service!

Thanks,

kat

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: GUEST,Fortunato lamenting the soft days of summer
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 07:22 PM

Jack, thanks for the pronounciation: New -found/land, accent on the land. I'm anxious to come and visit you there. Just one thing. You're kidding about the Seal Flipper Pie, right? Cod tongues I can visualize, I guess, i mean I eat sushi. Oh well, I wish I were there to have a pint with you and listen to the fiddles and the lovely CarolC on the Tummy Steinway. Cheers, Fortunato.
>br>Question? Is "The Shipping News" supposed to take place in NewfoundLAND, or is it merely filmed there?

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Gareth
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 07:13 PM

"When a man grows old, and his voice turns cold,
And his tuneing peg turns Blue,
And it sounds in the middle, like an off key fiddle
Well a tale or two he'll tell."

"So hand me a beer, and pull up a chair
And a tale I'll tell to you,
About two young folkiess from that Mainland Hell
And a Singer called, Newfoundland Nell."

"Now Banjo Pete, and Bhodran Dick,
were out on the Folksing Trail
And they'd had no luck,in the way of a pluck,
for niegh on a month or two."

"Now up to the bar, came a beaten up car
To the Bar down in the Strand,
With Bodhran Dick with his beating stick,
And Pete with his Banjo in hand."

Further verses invited !!!

Gareth

Subject: RE: MudCat Newfoundland Pub
From: Sorcha
Date: 03 Jan 02 - 06:25 PM

But,but,but,,, As long as I'm here, pull me Guinness, please. Carol, you can play anything you like except Lady of Spain.