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"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
Denny wrote:
jes' seemed odd to me...I've been shuttin' windows and adding layers.
Weave not had to resort to that here as yet, though I'm sure the needle arise soon.
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
A hem...I'm not sure what it is you seam to be saying...
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
"Last night, among his fellow roughs,
He jested, quaff'd and swore."
They cut me down and I leapt up high
I am the life that'll never, never die.
I'll live in you if you'll live in me -
I am the lord of the dance, said he!
A dishevelled, lumpy piece of string walks into a pub and orders a beer.
It slumps over the beer and weeps.
Eventually the barmaid takes pity on it.
"Are you all right, love?" she asks.
And the reply comes, "I'm a frayed knot..."
I think I'm cottoning on to your warped sense of humour and please don't hit me as I felt that. Is that a cotton reel you are playing? It's a shame the cricket season's over or I could pick a bail of cotton wood. Brain hurts, going for a lie down.
Played banjo as it only had five strings, so how the hell am I going to cope with six holes?