I found a missing little pot head in my files today. Tomorrow I'm going to get them to do tricks for you. Even if Jude thinks they are ugly.... she's just going to have to get used to it.
Note: I don't smoke pot...I'm just blowing smoke up your asses so to speak. You know me. I hope. I just like to kid.
My nephew Chris tried to comment on my blog where I challenged him to dispute who was the best fisherperson. Apparently, he was so long winded that blogger shut him down. He was protesting a "little too much"...me thinks ..heh.
I will post his response tomorrow...because I don't have enough time tonight to download his very large"word file" he attached to his email where he wanted to persuade everyone on my blog site that he .. was the best fisherperson in the world. Even though he was only six years old when we started fishing together.....I don't care ... he was a cocky little bugger:)
Balonie....making sure you know who caught the fish and brought them home to Liza.
I love this song.
I's the B'y (Boy)
Canadian Folk Song from the Maritimes..
I's the b'y that builds the boat
And I's the b'y that sails her,
I's the b'y that catches the fish,And brings them home to Liza.
Hip yer partner*, Sally Tibbo,Hip yer partner, Sally Brown,Fogo, Twillingate, Moreton's Harbour,**All around the circle! Sods and rinds to cover your flake,***Cake**** and tea for supper,Codfish in the spring o' the yearFried in maggoty butter.
Chorus: I don't want your maggoty fish,That's no good for winter,I could buy as good as that,Down in Bonavista.
Chorus;I took Liza to a dance, As fast as she could travel, And every step that she did takeWas up to her knees in gravel.
Chorus: Susan White, she's out of sight,Her petticoat wants a border,Old Sam Oliver in the dark,He kissed her in the corner.
Chorus: I's the b'y that builds the boat And I's the b'y that sails her,I's the b'y that catches the fish,And brings them home to Liza.
I wish you could dance with me to this tune...I have loved it forever.