Leisurely Scribbles (part 5) (Part 1)

There was an old lad singing this old song up in the pub last night, maybe that caused me dream, yerman went on for ages, this is the short version.

Hannigan’s Hooley. by Jim Toland

Now Hannigan was an Irish man, he came from Erin’s Isle
He was a rogue who had a brogue you’d hear for half a mile
When Hannigan throws a Hooley sure the word it gets about
Though you may be a stranger, if you’re passin’ by, he’d shout

Hey, come into the parlour, you can make yourself at home
Come into the parlour, sure you won’t be on your own
There’s Mick McGee, there’s Rafferty, said there’s Murphy and Muldoon
There’s Mick McGilligey’s daughter, doesn’t know the taste of water

Their gaits are stout, they’re stickin’ out, there’s grub for half the town
There’s plenty of good old whiskey if you want to wash it down
So if you’re Irish, you sure are welcome
For there’s a Hooley on at Hannigan’s house tonight

Now theres a Hannigan, Brannigan, Mickey Malone
Mrs O’Rafferty, Bridget McKewn
Now (’…’) will play a jig with all he’s might
When Brady meets O’Grady, their eruptions are a fight
And take it from me, there’s a hell of a spree at Hannigan’s house tonight

Come into the parlour, you can make yourself at home
Come into the parlour, sure you won’t be on your own
There’s Mick McGee, there’s Rafferty, said there’s Murphy and Muldoon
There’s Mick McGilligey’s daughter, doesn’t know the taste of water

There gait’s are stout, they’re stickin’ out, there’s grub for half the town
There’s plenty of good old whisky if you want to wash it down
So if you’re Irish, you sure are welcome
For there’s a Hooley on at Hannigan’s house tonight.

I agree. It is quite enjoyable to be a fly on this wall.

You know they will write a poem or story about that Suferbabe, don’t you|?:smiley:

That’s 'ow Pam Ayres used to pronounce the wurd, poem.

I avant done garde-ning for ages. Not since I did my back in again.

Until someone breaks out the fly swat.

Hey diddle diddle, the cat had a piddle,
The cow blew up on the launching pad,
The little dog barfed all over his mum,
And the fish was eaten by a loon.

So, shall we go for the alternative words to chrymble carols, or should that be a separate thread?

Hark the herald angels sing,
Beechams Pills are just the thing, and all that sort of stuff.

We know a song about an old lady who swallowed a fly don’t we children?

We do:mrgreen::mrgreen::mrgreen:

only if there’s two of them and we can bet as well!

There’s a genie out of the bottle
They found it down Ology way
He said he could grant all ya wishes
The answers I knew anyways
Some moonbeams were found in my chromos
And martian dust peppered away
They say I too may have many neptunes
And that’s what’s turning my hair grey

I was only lookin for grandad
Cos they said he was born darn the pub
And if I could only find out where he’d come from
I’d be able to pass on a sub

I’m sick of this genie in bottle
He’s leading us all up wrong paths
I’ll stick with the photos of grandad
And hope I don’t look like burnt toast

You are on a roll Gummy

Bravo Gummy, you’re on a roll.:wink:

Avant gardening, I like that Fruity, I’m a barogue man meself, no time for avant garde paintings at all, absolutism or nothing, the bold Caravaggio is a favourite of mine, he was the one who coined “If your going to do something, do it right”
Unlike Picasso and all the other chancers he never went through ‘Blue periods’ ‘Cubism periods’ ‘Matchstick periods’ and the likes, in fact he never had any periods at all.:smiley:
My Uncle Joe was a gardener back in the 1930’s, he was very militant and wanted to take over the world and turn it into one big garden, so he formed a gardeners party called ‘The Third Rake’, they were doing alright until some German chap with a small moustache copied the name.;-):slight_smile:

Jembo, get down the Pub.

Just an aside, has anyone ever had a Truncated “Learning Curve”?

No, but many’s the time I’ve been trounced for not learning.:slight_smile:

turners a favorite of mine - he could turn anything into a stick and make it disappear BUT he represented the 'umble working class and painted many of us all together.

It must be that old xmas spirit [hic]
That’s makin me roll ‘round the place
I just cannot stand still or upright at will
Horizons shift all over the place

I was down with old Jeremiah
Who offered me bourbon on ice
With a wobble and fart I accepted and barked
Have you got any herrings their nice!

He said herrings dear laddie ;my goodness
Would that be soused or do you prefer raw
I said no out of the bottle with onions and sticks
And another bourbon on ice just to lick

I love watchin ‘em put up the streamers
As I orchestrate them with me ‘arp
They say grandad please move, cos ya soundin quite rude
Yuz all thought I was gonna say f…………….

Once those streamers are all ‘angin
I wonder ‘ow we’d managed wivout
This place will look bare
When they’re pulled down next year
Deep depression is comin no doubt

But for now raise ya glasses ya loonies
Yuz been playin around ‘ere all the year
And I couldn’t survive without ya madness
Take a bow and don’t fall over the chair!

© gumbud and all those others unamed ones!! I charge commission

There’s a geezer who claims to be an artist, who, gets large groups of folks to strip off, and photographs them in the “Altogether”:lol::lol:

I used to worry about everything, even the things that I had no control over, then, I met a certain Lady, who, taught me to relax. I will never forget that day,meeting Kay Serar in the chilled aisle at Asda.

Look at the King! Look at the the King! Look at the
King, the King, the King!
The King is in the all together
But all together the all together
He’s all together as naked as the day that he was born.
The King is in the all together
But all together the all together
It’s all together the very least the King has ever
worn."

I had a pair of barogues once. Brown with internal steel toecaps and static dissipative soles for working with volatile fu-u-els, not just winter ones either. Free issue and all. Very comfy they were, and useful in crowded pubs in case anyone trodded on your tootsies.

I had a carravagio as well for a while. My Lovely and I spent our honeymoon in one, and we had many a wet 'ollerday in a bigger jobby with the saturated kids and a soggy doggie.

As for paintings and art and stuff, if tha can’t see wor it supposed to be, it’s pretentious carp, not art.

Yes. It was a single point on a graph.