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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>Stereotyping at it's best....then again...when
particular ethnic or social groups exhibit certain characteristics "en masse",
it does conjure up biased, general images of said groups. That said it is a
fekin' good read. Try Trinity by Leon Uris...read it a few decades ago, no
wonder the Irish drink. Now here lies my quandry, being 1/2 mic and 1/2 slovak,
what goes down the hatch first , the suds or the shlivnic. Either way, it's a
most delightful mix.</FONT></DIV>
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style="FONT: 10pt arial; BACKGROUND: #e4e4e4; font-color: black"><B>From:</B>
<A title=gandrews@ntplx.net href="mailto:gandrews@ntplx.net">George
Andrews</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A title=Partybug@charter.net
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<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, February 23, 2010 10:09
PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [450] Southington
Hamfest...AND JAY!!!!</DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial>A little late night readin' for y'all. Seein as
how we all use ladders in our hobby. This song from the middle of the 19th
century was actually the spark for James Joyce's "Finnigans Wake". Despite the
archaic language, it's a good read. </FONT></DIV>
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<DIV><FONT size=2 face=Arial><EM>Tim Finnegan lived on Walken street<BR>A
gentleman Irishman, mighty odd<BR>Well he had a brogue both rich and
sweet<BR>And to rise in the world he carried a hod<BR>Well he had a bit of a
tippler's way<BR>With a love for the liquor poor Tim was born<BR>And the send
him on his way each day, had a drop of the craythur every morn'<BR><BR>Oh,
whack fol' the dah now dance to your partner<BR>Round the flure your trotter's
shake<BR>Isn't it the truth I told 'ya<BR>Lot's o' fun at Finnegan's
wake<BR><BR>One morning Tim got rather full<BR>His head felt heavy which made
him shake<BR>Well he fell off the ladder and broke his skull<BR>And they
carried him home, his corpse to wake<BR>Well they wrapped him up in a nice,
clean sheet<BR>And they laid him out upon the bed<BR>With a gallon of whiskey
at his feet and a bucket of porter at his head<BR><BR>Oh, whack fol' the dah
now dance to your partner<BR>Round the flure your trotter's shake<BR>Isn't it
the truth I told 'ya<BR>Lot's o' fun at Finnegan's wake<BR><BR>Well his
friends assembled at the wake<BR>And Mrs. Finnegan called for lunch<BR>First
she brought out tea and cake<BR>Then pipes, tobacco, and brandy punch<BR>Then
the Widow Malone began to cry<BR>"Such a nice, clean corpse have you ever
seen?"<BR>"Tim, auvreen! Why did you die?"<BR>"Would you hold yer' gob?" said
Patty McGee<BR><BR>Oh, whack fol' the dah now dance to your partner<BR>Round
the flure your trotter's shake<BR>Isn't it the truth I told 'ya<BR>Lot's o'
fun at Finnegan's wake<BR><BR>Then Maggie O'Connor took up the job<BR>"Oh
Biddy," says she, "You're wrong, for sure."<BR>Biddy dealt her a belt in the
gob<BR>And left her sprawling on the floor<BR>Then the war did soon
engage<BR>Woman to woman and man to man<BR>Shillelagh law was all the
rage<BR>And a row and a ruction soon began<BR><BR>Oh, whack fol' the dah now
dance to your partner<BR>Round the flure your trotter's shake<BR>Isn't it the
truth I told 'ya<BR>Lot's o' fun at Finnegan's wake<BR><BR>Mickey Maloney
ducked his head<BR>When a bucket of whiskey flew at him<BR>It missed, and
falling on the bed<BR>The liquor scattered over Tim<BR>Bedad he revives, see
how he rises<BR>Tim Finnegan risin' in the bed<BR>Cryin' "Will ye' walup each
girl and boy,"<BR>"T'underin' Jaysus, do ye' think I'm dead?"<BR><BR>Oh, whack
fol' the dah now dance to your partner<BR>Round the flure your trotter's
shake<BR>Isn't it the truth I told 'ya<BR>Lot's o' fun at Finnegan's
wake</EM><BR></FONT></DIV>
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<A title=Partybug@charter.net href="mailto:Partybug@charter.net">Leslie
Busino</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>To:</B> <A title=450@lists.vhfwiki.com
href="mailto:450@lists.vhfwiki.com">144.450 Mailing List</A> </DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Sent:</B> Tuesday, February 23, 2010 7:13
PM</DIV>
<DIV style="FONT: 10pt arial"><B>Subject:</B> Re: [450] Southington
Hamfest...AND JAY!!!!</DIV>
<DIV><BR></DIV>Most excellent choice George!<BR><BR>George Andrews wrote:
<BLOCKQUOTE cite=mid:7FC04B5261054B42A9BD82A25E99840A@georgen1yae
type="cite"><PRE wrap="">Sounds like a gathering of the clan. I'll be at the fest and the festivities
post event.
George
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