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<div>At 11:32 PM -0500 2/23/10, Thomas Moore wrote:</div>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><font face="Arial" size="-1">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><br>
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<blockquote><b>From:</b> <a href="mailto:gandrews@ntplx.net">George
Andrews</a></blockquote>
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<blockquote><b>Subject:</b> Re: [450] Southington Hamfest...AND
JAY!!!!</blockquote>
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<blockquote><font face="Arial" size="-1">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></blockquote>
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<blockquote><font face="Arial" size="-1"><i>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</i></font><br>
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<blockquote><b>From:</b> <a href="mailto:Partybug@charter.net">Leslie
Busino</a></blockquote>
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<blockquote><b>Sent:</b> Tuesday, February 23, 2010 7:13
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<blockquote><b>Subject:</b> Re: [450] Southington Hamfest...AND
JAY!!!!</blockquote>
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<blockquote>Most excellent choice George!<br>
<br>
George Andrews wrote:<br>
<blockquote type="cite" cite><tt>Sounds like a gathering of the clan.
I'll be at the fest and the festivities<br>
post event.<br>
<br>
George<br>
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