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:D Merry Christmas! Ho ho ho!

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:-s What the dash are you on about, chapette?

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Let the grasses grow
and the waters flow in a free and easy way
But give me enough of the rare old stuff
that’s made near Galway Bay
Come gangers all from Donegal,
Sligo and Leitrim too
Oh, we’ll give ’em a slip
and we’ll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew

thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

There’s a neat little still at the foot of the hill,
where the smoke curls up to the sky
By a whiff of the smell you can plainly tell,
that there’s poitín, boys, close by
For it fills the air with a perfume rare,
and betwixt both me and you
As home we roll, we can drink a bowl,
or a bucketful of mountain dew

thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

Now learned men as use the pen,
have writ the praises high
Of the sweet poitin from Ireland green,
distilled from wheat and rye
Away with yer pills, it’ll cure all ills,
be ye Pagan, Christian or Jew
So take off your coat
and grease your throat with a bucketful of mountain dew

thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey
thiddle i ay di diddle dum thiddle i ay di diddle dum
thiddle i ay di diddle dum rum a dum dey

The Rare Old Mountain Dew

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day;
You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay,
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay;
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play,
For the breezes blowing o’er the seas from Ireland,
Are perfum’d by the heather as they blow;
And the women in the uplands diggin’ praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
For the strangers came and tried to teach their way,
They scorn’d us just for being what we are;

But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.
And if there is going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there’s going to be;
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

Galway Bay

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Which sets of fans don’t you like, token?

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The rules of morality are not the conclusion of our reason.

David Hume

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My pikey gaze has been drawn to a certain inconsistency…

@forumhostpb wrote:

Oh and Lambers – The good Inspector has only got the one account / user name so he isn’t hiding behind an alias as you wrongly think.

@But on another thread, ForumHostPB wrote:

As it happens I know exactly who Inspector Closeau is, and it [is] one of the sisterhood themselves (in disguise)…

:-k

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That’s all well and maybe. Anyone who doesn’t like Dave is wrong in the head. :D

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I’ve a dream, silver dream machine.
Here am I, I’m going for another try,
Flying high, I’ve got a lot of love inside.
Is there love enough now to get me through?
Yeah, I know now where I’m going to –
Not to lose now but to win;
Tell me, how do I begin?
I’ve a dream, silver dream machine.

Well, alright, I’ve got a lot of love to try,
‘Cos love is the thing,
And freedom is the word I sing.
Is there force now, yeah, to get us through?
Yeah, it’s deep in me and it’s deep in you –
Not to lose now but to win,
Tell me how do I begin?
I’ve a dream, silver dream machine;
Silver dream, silver dream machine.
Is there love enough now to get me through?
Yeah, I know now where I’m going to –
Not to lose now but to win;
Tell me how do I begin?
I’ve a dream, silver dream machine;
Silver dream, silver dream machine;
Silver dream, silver dream machine.

David Essex ~ Silver Dream Machine

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:-s What’s wrong with David Essex? Rock On and that one about a motorbike are seminal masterpieces.

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Errata: I believe that in the first round, I was not specific enough in my classification of evil undead. I now believe it to be White Zombie, not The Zombies. On account of how there’s only one and it’s, er, white.

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