Author Topic: Another member of the SGG cult has joined us (Read 577 times)

sedetrad · « **on:** October 04, 2009, 10:52:20 AM »

NY Eire has just posted an email slandering everyone in the entire forum and is advocating violence. The SGG/Cult must be getting desperate. I would check out his post.

Andy

gladius_veritatis · « **Reply #1 on:** October 04, 2009, 11:06:50 AM »

It'll be alright. He is just doing what he believes to be right and best, as are many who are naturally having a hard time coming to grips with the fact that sgg.org/cult is but a vaudevillian sham.

gladius_veritatis · « **Reply #2 on:** October 04, 2009, 11:09:41 AM »

Quote from: sedetrad

NY Eire ... is advocating violence.

Well, Andy, you see...

We are a passionate people! LOL!

I would be shocked if, after an hour's conversation and shared libation, we were not singing some tunes from the old country, laughing hysterically about something or other that is, in fact, serious as death. :cheers:

Elizabeth · « **Reply #3 on:** October 04, 2009, 11:55:38 AM »

He just hasn't taken the time to read.

besides, he was truly funny calling us washerwomen

:jumping2:The more the merrier! :jumping2:

God bless the Irish!

gladius_veritatis · « **Reply #4 on:** October 04, 2009, 12:05:40 PM »

Spanish Lady by the Irish Tenors

Who should I see but a Spanish lady
Washing her feet by candle light
First she washed them and then she dried them
Over a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet about the soles

Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay
Whack fol the toor a loor a laddy
Whack fol the toor a loor a lay

I stopped to look but the watchman passed
Says he, "Young fellow, the night is late
Along with you home or I will wrestle you
Straight away through the Bridewell gate"

I threw a look to the Spanish lady
Hot as the fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did see
A maid so sweet about the soles

As I walked back through Dublin City
As the dawn of day was o'er
Who should I see but the Spanish lady
When I was weary and footsore

She had a heart so filled with loving
And her love she longed to share
In all my life I never did see
A maid who had so much to spare

Now she's no mot for a puddle swaddy
With her ivory comb and her mantle so fine
But she£§d make a wife for the Provost Marshall
Drunk on brandy and claret wine

I got a look from the Spanish lady
Hot as a fire of ambry coals
In all my life I never did meet
A maid so sweet about the soles

I've wandered north and I've wandered south
By Stoney Batter and Patrick's Close
Up and around by the Gloucester Diamond
And back by Napper Tandy's house

Old age has laid her hands upon me
Cold as a fire of ashy coals
But where is the lonely Spanish lady
Neat and sweet about the soles?

As I was leaving Dublin City
On that morning sad of heart
Lonely was I for the Spanish lady
Now that forever we must part

But still I always will remember
All the hours we did enjoy
But then she left me sad at parting
Gone forever was my joy