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Weekend finally here
No more bloody sheep to shear
But it will pass to quickly I fear
These few days of "I don't care"

Have a splendid weekend everyone!

Same to you, dear Cyracuz, and we love the way that you respond so poetically.

Good morning folks, who would have known they have sheep in Norway.



Have You Seen Her
As recorded by the Chi-Lites

Ahh, ooo
Ahh, ooo

One month ago today, I was happy as a lark
But now, I go for walks, to the movies, maybe to the park
And have a seat on the same old bench, to watch the children play, huh
You know, tomorrow's their future, but for me, just another day
They all gather 'round me, huh - they seem to know my name
We laugh, tell a few jokes, but it still doesn't ease my pain
I know I can't hide from a memory, though day after day I've tried
I keep saying, "She'll be back," but today, again I've lied

Oh, I see her face everywhere I go
On the street and even at the picture show
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Oh I hear her voice as the cold winds blow
In the sweet music on my radio
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her

Why, oh why did she have to leave and go away
Oh, I've been used to having someone to lean on
And I'm lost, baby I'm lost
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her

Woah, she left her kiss upon my lips
But left a break within my heart
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Oh I see her hand reaching out to me
Only she can set me free
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her.

Why, oh why did she have to leave and go away, oh yeah
Oh, I've been used to having someone to lean on
And I'm lost, baby I'm lost
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her, woah.

As another day comes to an end, I'm looking for a letter
Or something, or anything that she would send
With all the people I know, hmm, I'm still a lonely man
You know, it's funny, I thought I had her
In the palm of my hand.

(Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her)

Oh yeah, yeah, have you seen her, have you seen her

Good morning folks, who would have known they have sheep in Norway.



Have You Seen Her
As recorded by the Chi-Lites

Ahh, ooo
Ahh, ooo

One month ago today, I was happy as a lark
But now, I go for walks, to the movies, maybe to the park
And have a seat on the same old bench, to watch the children play, huh
You know, tomorrow's their future, but for me, just another day
They all gather 'round me, huh - they seem to know my name
We laugh, tell a few jokes, but it still doesn't ease my pain
I know I can't hide from a memory, though day after day I've tried
I keep saying, "She'll be back," but today, again I've lied

Oh, I see her face everywhere I go
On the street and even at the picture show
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Oh I hear her voice as the cold winds blow
In the sweet music on my radio
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her

Why, oh why did she have to leave and go away
Oh, I've been used to having someone to lean on
And I'm lost, baby I'm lost
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her

Woah, she left her kiss upon my lips
But left a break within my heart
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her
Oh I see her hand reaching out to me
Only she can set me free
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her.

Why, oh why did she have to leave and go away, oh yeah
Oh, I've been used to having someone to lean on
And I'm lost, baby I'm lost
Woah, doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Doo doo doo doo doo doo doo doo
Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her, woah.

As another day comes to an end, I'm looking for a letter
Or something, or anything that she would send
With all the people I know, hmm, I'm still a lonely man
You know, it's funny, I thought I had her
In the palm of my hand.

(Have you seen her, tell me have you seen her)

Oh yeah, yeah, have you seen her, have you seen her

Hehe.. It's my thing lately
Flowers strewn at all I see
It's because I'm so in love
And she is all I'm thinking of

It seems this fool has found his muse
An end to still and tranquil truce
Of beating heart's long solitude
Yes' love has put me in the mood

And how, I wonder, did I live
Ere this beauty her heart did give
Was it truly life at all?
Or shadowfigures on life's wall?

Good morning, Try. Ah, love's old sweet song; one unrequited, the other a happy man in love with ovine eyes. Yes, Norway, that emotion always inspires both poetry and song, and your poem was lovely.

Well, folks, Letty needs to review all since I have been multi tasking this morning. Back in a few, listeners.

Blow, Blow, Thou Winter Wind

Blow, blow, thou winter wind,
Thou art not so unkind
As man's ingratitude;
Thy tooth is not so keen
Because thou art not seen,
Although thy breath be rude.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Freeze, freeze, thou bitter sky,
Thou dost not bite so nigh
As benefits forgot:
Though thou the waters warp,
Thy sting is not so sharp
As friend remember'd not.
Heigh-ho! sing heigh-ho! unto the green holly:
Most friendship is feigning, most loving mere folly:
Then, heigh-ho! the holly!
This life is most jolly.

Shakespeare

Rex, Welcome back, dear. Ah, the bard. What a prognosticator, Maine. Is that one of his sonnets, or just a plain poem. <smile>

This is rather long, folks, but I think it's neat:

A Capital Ship
(Charles Edward Carryl)

A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the "Walloping Window Blind"
No wind that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was made to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow-ow-ow
Tho' it oft appeared when the gale had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below

So, blow ye winds, heigh-ho
A-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
So let the music play-ay-ay
I'm off for the morning train
To cross the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove
10,000 miles away

The bos'un's mate was very sedate
Yet fond of amusement too
He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew
The gunner he was apparently mad
For he sat on the after ra-ra-rail
And fired salutes with the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gale

The captain sat on the commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way
Off pickles & figs & little roast pigs
And gunners bread each day
The cook was Dutch and behaved as such
For the diet he served the crew-ew-ew
Was a couple of tons of hot-cross buns
Served up with sugar and glue

Then we all fell ill as mariners will
On a diet that's rough and crude
And we shivered and shook as we dipped the cook
In a tub of his gluesome food
All nautical pride we cast aside
And we ran the vessel asho-o-ore
On the Gulliby Isles where the poopoo smiles
And the rubbily ubdugs roar

Composed of sand was that favored land
And trimmed with cinnamon straws
And pink and blue was the pleasing hue
Of the ticke-toe teaser's claws
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
And shot at the whistling bee-ee-ee
While the rugabug bats wore waterproof hats
As they dipped in the shining sea

On rugabug bark from dawn till dark
We dined till we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk
Came up from the Torrible Zone
She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care
So we cherrily put to sea-ea-ea
And we left all the crew of the junk to chew
On the bark of the rubabug tree

NOTE: A parody of Ten Thousand Miles
JY

sheep from norway send greetings to everyone - particularly to 'tryagain' !

Well, hamburger, I know that our try will appreciate that marvelous photo. Do you know what the sheep rains are? I do wish I had some of those adorable creatures.<smile>

For the sheep who are not there:

Black Sheep
by: Richard Burton (1861-1940)

From their folded mates they wander far,
Their ways seem harsh and wild;
They follow the beck of a baleful star,
Their paths are dream-beguiled.
Yet haply they sought but a wider range,
Some loftier mountain-slope,
And little recked of the country strange
Beyond the gates of hope.

And haply a bell with a luring call
Summoned their feet to tread
Midst the cruel rocks, where the deep pitfall
And the lurking snare are spread.

Maybe, in spite of their tameless days
Of outcast liberty,
They're sick at heart for the homely ways
Where their gathered brothers be.

And oft at night, when the plains fall dark
And the hills loom large and dim,
For the Shepherd's voice they mutely hark,
And their souls go out to him.

Meanwhile, "Black sheep! Black sheep!" we cry,
Safe in the inner fold;
And maybe they hear, and wonder why,
And marvel, out in the cold.

Letty, I've arranged this meal for you so you won't have to take a break away from your radio spot.



I'm also sending a "special seat" to do away with those bothersome bathroom trips. :wink:

No need to thank me....

Aha! Looking at Reyn's carefully prepared party for one and not thanking him. Love it, honey.

An oldie for Reyn:

Come after breakfast,
Bring along your lunch,
And leave fore supper time.

If you do that I'm positive,
That we will treat you fine.
'Cause everyone's welcome at my house,
Whether it be in rain or shine,
If they come after breakfast,
Bring along their lunch,
And leave fore supper,
Get outta here fore supper,
Leave fore supper time.

How's that, B.C.?

Actually, listeners, I had bratwurst for breakfast. Very first time ever.

Music was composed to the words. I learned to perform it in college.

It is written for a tenor.

The music may have been composed after William's death. I am not actually sure when the music was written or if the music was written to replace lost music to words.

Well, thank you for that info, Rex. I wondered about it. We run across some amazing stuff here on our radio.


I

From fairest creatures we desire increase,
That thereby beauty's rose might never die,
But as the riper should by time decease,
His tender heir might bear his memory:
But thou contracted to thine own bright eyes,
Feed'st thy light's flame with self-substantial fuel,
Making a famine where abundance lies,
Thy self thy foe, to thy sweet self too cruel:
Thou that art now the world's fresh ornament,
And only herald to the gaudy spring,
Within thine own bud buriest thy content,
And, tender churl, mak'st waste in niggarding:
Pity the world, or else this glutton be,
To eat the world's due, by the grave and thee.

Bratwurst for breakfast sounds comparatively nutritious, Letty.

I had ice cream.

If you go down to the woods today, beware…


Gypsys, Tramps & Thieves
As recorded by Cher

I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good.

Gypsys, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town they'd call us
Gypsys, tramps and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis, and papa would have shot him if he knew what he'd done

Gypsys, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town they'd call us
Gypsys, tramps and thieves
But every nite all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schoolin' but he taught me well with his smooth, southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble and I haven't seen him for a while, uh huh
I haven't seen him for a while, uh huh

She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, and sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

Gypsys, tramps and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town they'd call us
Gypsys, tramps and thieves
But every nite all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Welcome back, Eva. What? ice cream for breakfast? Is that any way to set an example for that child prodigy of yours?

Wow, listeners. Think I will have me a chocolate fudge ice cream delight.

Hey, Try. I like gypsys and tramps but I'll hold off on the thieves.

Robin Hood:

Every town
Has its ups and down
Sometime ups
Outnumber the downs

But not in Nottingham
I'm inclined to believe
If we were so down
We'd up and leave

We'd up and fly if we had wings for flyin'
Can't you see the tears we're cryin'?
Can't there be some happiness for me?
Not in Nottingham

Here's another little ditty about Mr. Hood and his boys from Mel Brooks

"Robin Hood: Men In Tights"

We're men, we're men in tights.
We roam around the forest looking for fights.
We're men, we're men in tights.
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right!
We may look like sissies, but watch what you say or else we'll put out your lights!
We're men, we're men in tights,
Always on guard defending the people's rights.

[The Can-Can Chorus Line]

We're men, MANLY men, we're men in tights.
[Gay voice] Yes!
We roam around the forest looking for fights.
We're men, we're men in tights.
We rob from the rich and give to the poor, that's right!
We may look like pansies, but don't get us wrong or else we'll put out your lights.
We're men, we're men in tights
[High Voice] TIGHT Tights
Always on guard defending the people's rights.
When you're in a fix just call for the men in tights!

WE'RE BUTCH!

Love it, Arthur. I think Mel Brooks had the most fantastic way of poking fun that I have ever heard, and that song is a perfect example. Didn't he do Blazing Saddles?

A small history question. Who was Xerxes?

Yes to Blazing Saddles. As for Xerxes, off the top of my head, I'm not sure. Someone'll get it.