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Okay, McTag. From whence cometh the word.

brat

and while we wait for a response from Manchester, listeners, I just remembered the words to Detour:(I think)

Traveling down life's muddy road,
Lots of things I never knowed,
And because of my not knowing
Now I find,
Trouble got on my tail,
Spent the next five years in jail
Should have read that detour sign.

Chorus.

Seriously, McTag. This is amazing.

brat
c.1505, slang, "beggar's child," originally northern, midlands and western England dialect "makeshift or ragged garment," probably the same word as O.E. bratt "cloak," from a Celtic source (cf. O.Ir. bratt "cloak, cloth"). The modern meaning is perhaps from notion of "child's apron." Bratty is first recorded 1961.
git
"worthless person, 1946, British slang, a southern variant of Scottish get "illegitimate child, brat," related to beget.
pare
"to trim by cutting close," c.1320, from O.Fr. parer "arrange, prepare, trim," from L. parare "make ready," related to parere "produce, bring forth, give birth to," from PIE base *per- "to bring forward, bring forth" (cf. Lith. pariu "to brood," Gk. poris "calf, bull," O.H.G. farro, Ger. Farre "bullock," O.E. fearr "bull," Skt. prthukah "child, calf, young of an animal," Czech spratek "brat, urchin, premature calf"). Generalized meaning "to reduce something little by little" is from 1530.
infer
1526, from L. inferre "bring into, cause," from in- "in" + ferre "carry, bear," from PIE *bher- "to bear, to carry, to take" (cf. Skt. bharati "carries;" Avestan baraiti "carries;" O.Pers. barantiy "they carry;" Armenian berem "I carry;" Gk. pherein "to carry;" O.Ir. beru/berim "I catch, I bring forth;" Goth. bairan "to carry;" O.E., O.H.G. beran, O.N. bera "barrow;" O.C.S. birati "to take;" Rus. brat' "to take," bremya "a burden"). Sense of "draw a conclusion" is first attested 1529.
love (n.)
O.E. lufu "love, affection, friendliness," from P.Gmc. *lubo (cf. O.Fris. liaf, Ger. lieb, Goth. liufs "dear, beloved;" not found elsewhere as a noun, except O.H.G. luba, Ger. Liebe), from PIE *leubh- "to care, desire, love" (cf. L. lubet, later libet "pleases;" Skt. lubhyati "desires;" O.C.S. l'ubu "dear, beloved;" Lith. liaupse "song of praise"). Meaning "a beloved person" is from c.1225. The sense "no score" (in tennis, etc.) is 1742, from the notion of "playing for love," i.e. "for nothing" (1678). Love-letter is attested from c.1240; love-song from c.1310. To be in love with (someone) is from 1508. Love life "one's collective amorous activities" is from 1919, originally a term in psychological jargon. Phrase make love is attested from 1580 in the sense "pay amorous attention to;" as a euphemism for "have sex," it is attested from c.1950. Love child "child born out of wedlock," first attested 1805, from earlier love brat (17c.). Lovesick is attested from 1530; lovelorn from 1634 (see lose). Phrase for love or money "for anything" is attested from 1590. To fall in love is attested from 1423. The phrase no love lost (between two people) is ambiguous and was used 17c. in ref. to two who love each other well (c.1640) as well as two who have no love for each other (1622).

I'm back with some humorous stuff:

Random Funny Facts

Every year some 50 million cars are added to the world's roads.

The shortest war in history was between Zanzibar and England in 1896. Zanzibar surrendered after 38 minutes.

More than 20% of the votes in the 2001 elections in Argentina were invalid.

There are more coffee drug addicts in the US than drug addicts of any other kind.

Ten years ago, only 500 people in China could ski. This year, an estimated 5,000,000 Chinese will visit ski resorts.

The ant, when intoxicated, will always fall over to its right side.

The original name of Bank of America was Bank of Italy.

Toxic house plants poison more children than household chemicals.

Topless saleswomen are legal in Liverpool, England, but only in tropical fish stores.

In Bahrain, a male gynecologist can only examine a woman's private parts through a mirror.

If the entire population of earth was reduced to exactly 100 people,50% of the world's currency would be held by 6 people.

In comic strips, the person on the left always speaks first.

Fewer than half of the 16,200 major league baseball players have ever hit a home run.

A snail can sleep for three years.

Ninety percent of New York City cabbies are recently arrived immigrants.

In 10 minutes, a hurricane releases more energy than all of the world's nuclear weapons combined.

Turtles can breathe through their butts.

Pearls melt in vinegar.

Walt Disney was afraid of mice.

You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching television.

Donkeys kill more people annually than plane crashes.

Most lipstick contains fish scales.

Rats multiply so quickly that in 18 months, two rats could have over a million descendants.

Close to 80% of people who watch the Super Bowl on television, only do so to view the commercials.

Those are hilarious, Reyn. Don't you love it, listeners?

er, does Yit know about the turtle trivia? <smile>

This one is more fact than fiction:


If the entire population of earth was reduced to exactly 100 people,50% of the world's currency would be held by 6 people.

Actually, I believe we could fit those percentages into today's world.

i'd rather not discuss the subject reyn raised in a public forum. the superbowl trivia raises the question, why isn't there a broadcast consisting entirely of superbowl commercials, for that 80%?

Well, yit, I do think our Reyn is the hit of the day. Not to worry about a turtle's function in this world, nor forums either.

dj, has already played a bunch of Canadian songs, and I think he is perfectly happy at home.

How about just a smile of appreciation.

smile to Reyn

um, here's a fairly sappy number by Barry Manilow, but that's to be expected i suppose.

You know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when you're sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you

You came along just like a song
And brighten my day
Who would of believed that you where part of a dream
Now it all seems light years away

And now you know I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel sad when your sad
I feel glad when you're glad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile

Now some people say happiness takes so very long to find
Well, I'm finding it hard leaving your love behind me

And you see I can't smile without you
I can't smile without you
I can't laugh and I can't sing
I'm finding it hard to do anything
You see I feel glad when you're glad
I feel sad when you're sad
If you only knew what I'm going through
I just can't smile without you

Getting Old - Not us, the other people.


I feel like my body has gotten totally out of shape, so I got my doctor's permission to join a fitness club and start exercising. I decided to take an aerobics class for seniors. I bent, twisted, gyrated, jumped up and down, and perspired for an hour. But, by the time I got my leotards on, the class was over.

--- Reporters interviewing a 104-year-old woman: "And what do you think is the best thing about being 104?" the reporter asked. She simply replied, "No peer pressure."

--- The nice thing about being senile is you can hide your own Easter eggs.

--- Just before the funeral services, the undertaker came up to the very elderly widow and asked, "How old was your husband?" "98," she replied. "Two years older than me." "So you're 96," the undertaker commented. She responded, "Hardly worth going home, is it?

--- I've sure gotten old. I've had two bypass surgeries, a hip replacement, new knees. Fought prostate cancer and diabetes. I'm half blind, can't hear anything quieter than a jet engine, take 40 different medications that make me dizzy, winded, and subject to blackouts. Have bouts with dementia. Have poor circulation; hardly feel my hands and feet anymore. Can't remember if I'm 85 or 92. Have lost all my friends. But, thank God, I still have my driver's license.

--- A 97-year-old man goes into his doctor's office and says, "Doc, I want my sex drive lowered." "Sir," replied the doctor, "you're 97 Don't you think your sex drive is all in your head?" "You're damned right it is!" replied the old man. "That's why I want it lowered!"

--- An elderly woman decided to prepare her will and told her preacher she had two final requests. First, she wanted to be cremated, and second, she wanted her ashes scattered over Wal-Mart. "Wal-Mart?" the preacher exclaimed. "Why Wal-Mart?" "Then I'll be sure my daughters visit me twice a week."

---My memory's not as sharp as it used to be. Also, my memory's not as sharp as it used to be.

--- Know how to prevent sagging? Just eat till the wrinkles fill out.

---I've still got it, but nobody wants to see it.

---I'm getting into swing dancing. Not on purpose. Some parts of my body are just prone to swinging.

---It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffeemaker.

---The good news is that even as we get older, guys still look at our boobs. The bad news is they have to squat down first.

---These days about half the stuff in my shopping cart says, "For fast relief."

---I've tried to find a suitable exercise video for women my age, but they haven't made one called "Buns of Putty."

---Don't think of it as getting hot flashes. Think of it as your inner child playing with matches.

---Don't let aging get you down. It's too hard to get back up.!

--- Remember: You don't stop laughing because you grow old, You grow old because you stop laughing.

- --THE SENILITY PRAYER : Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to tell the difference.

Loved your embarrassed monkey, Reyn.

Well, Mr. turtle, that song fits me this evening.

Hey, listeners. Ever try on a song and it fits?

Time for a station break:

This is cyber space, WA2K radio.

more early canadian treasures

Magic Carpet Ride
Steppenwolf

I like to dream yes, yes, right between my sound machine
On a cloud of sound I drift in the night
Any place it goes is right
Goes far, flies near, to the stars away from here

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
You don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away

Last night I held Aladdin's lamp
And so I wished that I could stay
Before the thing could answer me
Well, someone came and took the lamp away
I looked around, a lousy CAN WAS all I found

Well, you don't know what we can find
Why don't you come with me little girl
On a magic carpet ride
Well, you don't know what we can see
Why don't you tell your dreams to me
Fantasy will set you free
Close your eyes girl
Look inside girl
Let the sound take you away...


Born to Be Wild
Steppenwolf

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adventure
and whatever comes our way

Yeah Darlin go and make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
and explode into space

I like smoke and lightening
Heavy metal thunder
and racing with the wind
and the feeling that I'm thunder

Yeah Darlin goin' make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
and explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild

Get your motor running
Head out on the highway
Looking for adveture
and whatever comes our way

Yeah Darlin goin' make it happen
Take the world in a love embrace
Fire all of your guns at once
and explode into space

Like a true nature's child
We were born born to be wild
We can climb so high
I never wanna die

Born to be wild
Born to be wild


Love-itis
Mandala

My family doctor couldn't find me no cure, oh no
He said you really got it bad and I know it for sure
Yes, he did baby
He said the only one that can fill your prescription, oh yeah
And this feeling I got, ain't got but one description
Said I got a thing called

Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me

I tried so hard, but I couldn't run away, oh no
An' my fever gets higher, day by day, yes, it does
And this feeling I got, is like a disease, oh yeah
It's really got me down, it's got a hold on me
Y'know I got a thing called

Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me
Love-itis, got a hold on me
Love-itis, got control on me

(C'mon baby, shake what momma gave ya)

(Knock your socks off)

It's got me man, it's got me
It's really really got me
It's got me man, it's got me
It's really really got me
It's got me man, it's got me
It's really really got me

Love-itis
Love-itis, it's got me
Love-itis
Love-itis, it's really got me


When I Die
Motherlode

When I die, I hope to be
A better man than you thought I'd be
It's been hard to make you see
What kind of man I'm trying to be
All I ask is for you to try to understand
What it means to me

It's not hard to understand why
You get discouraged all the time
I keep trying not to worry
But I can't help feeling lost in you
But I love you, want you and I need you

Time goes by and you'll find
That we'll achieve a love sublime
When I die I hope I'll be
The kind of man you thought I'd be

'Cause I love you and I want you
'Cause I gotta, gotta have you
'Cause, 'cause I need you
When I die I hope I'll be
The kind of man you thought I'd be


Spinning Wheel
Blood, Sweat & Tears

What goes up
must come down
spinning wheel
got to go around
talkin' 'bout your troubles
it's a cryin' sin
ride a painted pony
let the spinning wheel spin

You got no money
you got no home
spinning wheel
all al lone
talkin' 'bout your troubles and you,
you never learn
Ride a painted pony
let the spinning wheel turn

Did you find
your directing sign
on the straight and narrow highway

Would you mind a reflecting sign
Just let it shine
within your mind
and show you, the colors
that are real

Someone's waiting
just for you
spinning wheel,
spinning true
Drop all your troubles by the riverside
get your painted pony
on the spinning wheel ride


Going To The Country
Bruce Cockburn

Look out the window, what do I see?
cows hangin' out under spreading trees.
ZOOM! they're gone behind the sign
white letters pointing to the long white line
and I'm going to the country
o, la la la la la
I'm going to the country
sunshine smile on me

I can smell the grass growing in the field
wind in my hair tells me how it feels
farm house, silver roof flashing by
tractor-trailer truck says goodbye with a sigh
and I'm going to the country
o, la la la la la
I'm going to the country
sunshine smile on me

birds singing, I'm singing in my bones
doesn't much matter now where I'm going
get it when I get there is what I'll do
if I get enough I'll give some to you
and I'm going to the country
o, happy as can be
I'm going to the country
sunshine smile on me


Suzanne
Leonard Cohen

Suzanne takes you down to her place near the river
You can hear the boats go by
You can spend the night beside her
And you know that she's half crazy
But that's why you want to be there
And she feeds you tea and oranges
That come all the way from China
And just when you mean to tell her
That you have no love to give her
Then she gets you on her wavelength
And she lets the river answer
That you've always been her lover
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that she will trust you
For you've touched her perfect body with your mind.

And Jesus was a sailor
When he walked upon the water
And he spent a long time watching
From his lonely wooden tower
And when he knew for certain
Only drowning men could see him
He said "All men will be sailors then
Until the sea shall free them"
But he himself was broken
Long before the sky would open
Forsaken, almost human
He sank beneath your wisdom like a stone
And you want to travel with him
And you want to travel blind
And you think maybe you'll trust him
For he's touched your perfect body with his mind.

Now Suzanne takes your hand
And she leads you to the river
She is wearing rags and feathers
From Salvation Army counters
And the sun pours down like honey
On our lady of the harbour
And she shows you where to look
Among the garbage and the flowers
There are heroes in the seaweed
There are children in the morning
They are leaning out for love
And they will lean that way forever
While Suzanne holds the mirror
And you want to travel with her
And you want to travel blind
And you know that you can trust her
For she's touched your perfect body with her mind.


Night In The City
Joni Mitchell

Light up light up
Light up your lazy blue eyes
Moon's up nights up
Taking the town by surprise
Night time night time
Day left an hour ago
City light time
Must you get ready so slow
There are places to come from and places to go

Night in the city looks pretty to me
Night in the city looks fine
Music comes spilling out into the street
Colors go flashing in time

Take off take off
Take off your stay-at-home shoes
Break off shake off
Chase off those stay-at-home blues
Stairway stairway
Down to the crowds in the street
They go their way
Looking for faces to greet
But we run on laughing with no one to meet

Night in the city looks pretty to me
Night in the city looks fine
Music comes spilling out into the street
Colors go waltzing in time


California
Joni Mitchell

Sitting in a park in Paris, France
Reading the news and it sure looks bad
They won't give peace a chance
That was just a dream some of us had
Still a lot of lands to see
But I wouldn't want to stay here
It's too old and cold and settled in its ways here
Oh, but California
California I'm coming home
I'm going to see the folks I dig
I'll even kiss a Sunset pig
California I'm coming home

I met a redneck on a Grecian isle
Who did the goat dance very well
He gave me back my smile
But he kept my camera to sell
Oh the rogue, the red red rogue
He cooked good omelettes and stews
And I might have stayed on with him there
But my heart cried out for you, California
Oh California I'm coming home
Oh make me feel good rock'n roll band
I'm your biggest fan
California, I'm coming home

CHORUS:

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
Just gives you the blues
Just gives you the blues

So I bought me a ticket
I caught a plane to Spain
Went to a party down a red dirt road
There were lots of pretty people there
Reading Rolling Stone, reading Vogue
They said, "How long can you hang around?"
I said "a week, maybe two,
Just until my skin turns brown
Then I'm going home to California"
California I'm coming home
Oh will you take me as I am
Strung out on another man
California I'm coming home

CHORUS:

Oh it gets so lonely
When you're walking
And the streets are full of strangers
All the news of home you read
More about the war
And the bloody changes
Oh will you take me as l am?
Will you take me as l am?
Will you?


A Case Of You
Joni Mitchell

Just before our love got lost you said
I am as constant as a northern star
And I said, constantly in the darkness
Where's that at?
If you want me I'll be in the bar

On the back of a carton coaster
In the blue TV screen light
I drew a map of Canada
Oh Canada
With your face sketched on it twice

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
And I would still be on my feet
Oh I would still be on my feet

Oh I am a lonely painter
I live in a box of paints
I'm frightened by the devil
And I'm drawn to those ones that ain't afraid
I remember that time that you told me, you said
Love is touching souls
Surely you touched mine
Cause part of you pours out of me
In these lines from time to time

Oh you're in my blood like holy wine
You taste so bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet

I met a woman
She had a mouth like yours
She knew your life
She knew your devils and your deeds
And she said
Go to him, stay with him if you can
But be prepared to bleed

Oh but you are in my blood you're my holy wine
You're so bitter, bitter and so sweet
Oh I could drink a case of you darling
Still I'd be on my feet
I would still be on my feet


Heart Of Gold
Neil Young

I want to live,
I want to give
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.
It's these expressions
I never give
That keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
I've been to Hollywood
I've been to Redwood
I crossed the ocean
for a heart of gold
I've been in my mind,
it's such a fine line
That keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keeps me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm getting old.
Keep me searching
for a heart of gold
You keep me searching
for a heart of gold
And I'm growing old.
I've been a miner
for a heart of gold.


Helpless
Neil Young

There is a town in north Ontario,
With dream comfort memory to spare,
And in my mind
I still need a place to go,
All my changes were there.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless
Baby can you hear me now?
The chains are locked
and tied across the door,
Baby, sing with me somehow.
Blue, blue windows behind the stars,
Yellow moon on the rise,
Big birds flying across the sky,
Throwing shadows on our eyes.
Leave us
Helpless, helpless, helpless.


One Fine Morning
Lighthouse

One fine morning, girl, I'll wake up
Wipe the sleep from my eyes
Go outside and feel the sunshine
Then I know I'll realize
That as long as you love me, girl, we'll fly

And on that mornin' when I wake up
I'll see your face inside a cloud
See your smile inside a window
Hear your voice inside a crowd
Calling, "Come with me baby and we'll fly"

Yeah, we'll fly-y-y, yeah, we'll fly
We'll fly-y-y, yeah, we'll fly

And on that mornin' when I wake up
We'll go outside and live our dreams
I'll buy you candies made of stardust
And little dolls dressed up in moonbeams
And everywhere we go we'll laugh and sing
I'll kiss you morning, noon and night
And all the universe will smile on us
'Cause they know that our love is finally right

Yeah, we'll fly-y-y, yeah, we'll fly
We'll fly-y-y, yeah, we'll fly

Yeah, we'll fly to the east, we'll fly to the west
There'll be no place we can't call our own
Yeah, we'll fly to the north, we'll fly to the south
Every planet will become our home

------ piano -------

Yeah, we'll fly-y-y, yeah, we'll fly
Yeah, we'll fly to the east, we'll fly to the west
There'll be no place we can't call our own
We'll fly to the north, we'll fly to the south
Every planet will become our home

well, folks. That was a shorter break than the war between Great Britain and Zanzibar.

Absolutely, hilarious, edgar, and no it is NOT us.

Karaoke last night was quite interesting. I was delayed by a phone call from my son Marc (South Carolina). I hadn't talked to him for some time so easily gave up some karaoke time for a wonderful conversation. He's involved in a sign company and needed some photo tips which I'm well qualified to answer. Conversation ended off I go to the Cathay Pacific in Quincy arriving a half hour late (9:30 pm). At my entrance the dj Dave Colt announced the number of singers had just doubled. You guessed it singers = 2.

I braced myself for a busy evening but was not braced for a couple of surprises. More singers eventually arrived and one wanted to sing a song which I had already requested. Dave directed him to me to see if I would agree. The song was Willie Nelson's Always on my Mind one of my favorites. I knew the singer from earlier visits and realized I had more choices than him therefore directed Dave to give it to him. This is a really unique request as I've only encountered it a couple of times before.

The next odd occurrence was a guy I'd never seen before had just benn to a Billy Joel concert and requested His Piano Man. I already had a request in for that as my next song but protocol said he hadn't sung yet so his request superceded mine. More oddness his name on the slip was Bob S. As Dave called him up he looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders and he realized I was not miffed.

Here are the selections I did sing:

The Lady is a tramp
Frank Sinatra
Unchained Melody
the Righteous Brothers
Girl You'll be a Woman Soon
Neil Diamond
What a Wonderful World
Louis Armstrong
Can't Help Falling in Love
Elvis Presley
After the Lovin'
Englebert Humperdinck
My Way
Frank Sinatra
the Last Farewell
Elvis Presley
You Raise Me Up
Josh Groban
For the Good Times
Ray Price

Had a really good time!

Very funny material, Edgar!

Last week, I used an iron bar to scrape up floor tile. It was hard work, and I hated it. But, you know what? I feel much better for having done it. I am a bit more spry from the exercise.

The Lumberjack Song
(Monty Python's Flying Circus)

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

(A small chorus of Canadian
mounties now join in the singing.)

He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and works all day.

I cut down trees, I eat my lunch,
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shopping,
And have buttered scones for tea.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and works all day.

He cuts down trees, eats his lunch,
Goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping,
And has buttered scones for tea.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and works all day.

I cut down trees, I skip and jump,
I like to press wild flowers,
I put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars..

He cuts down trees, he skips and jumps,
He likes to press wild flowers,
He put on women's clothing,
And hang around in bars?!.

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

He's a lumberjack and he's OK,
He sleeps all night and works all day.

I cut down trees, I wear high heels,
Suspenders and a bra,
I wish I were a girlie,
Just like my dear papa.

He cuts down trees, he wears...high heels?
Suspenders...and a bra?
He wants to be a girlie,
Just like his dear papa????

I'm a lumberjack and I'm OK,
I sleep all night and I work all day.

He's a lumberjack and he's OKaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay,
He sleeps all night and works all day.

here is a song for edgar, also known as :
"I am a bit more spry from the exercise. "

anytime you need some exercise, you are welcome here to shovel the snow, edgar.
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Dublin Jack of All Trades

I am a roving sporting blade,
They call me Jack of all Trades
I always place my chief delight
In courting pretty fair maids.
So when in Dublin I arrived
To try for a situation
I always heard them say it was
The pride of all the Nations.
Chorus:
I'm a roving jack of all trades
Of every trade of all trades
And if you wish to know my name
They call me Jack of all trades.

2. On George's Quay I first began
And there became a porter
Me and my master soon fell out
Which cut my acquaintance shorter
In Sackville Street, a pastry cook;
In James' Street, a baker
In Cook Street I did coffins make;
In Eustace Street, a preacher.
Chorus:

3. In Baggot street I drove a cab
And there was well requited
In Francis Street had lodging beds
To entertain all strangers
For Dublin is of high reknown,
Or I am much mistaken
In Kevin Street, I do declare,
Sold butter, eggs and bacon.
Chorus:

4. In Golden Lane I sold old shoes:
In Meath Street was a grinder
In Barrack Street I lost my wife.
I'm glad I ne'er could find her.
In Mary's Lane, I've dyed old clothes,
Of which I've often boasted
In that noted place Exchequer Street,
Sold mutton ready roasted.
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5. In Temple Bar, I dressed old hats;
In Thomas Street, a sawyer
In Pill Lane, I sold the plate,
In Green Street, an honest lawyer
In Plunkett Street I sold cast clothes;
In Bride's Alley, a broker
In Charles Street I had a shop,
Sold shovel, tongs and poker.
Chorus:
6. In College Green a banker was,
And in Smithfield, a drover
In Britain Street, a waiter and
In George's Street, a glover
On Ormond Quay I sold old books;
In King Street, a nailer
In Townsend Street, a carpenter;
And in Ringsend, a sailor.
Chorus:
7. In Cole's Lane, a jobbing butcher;
In Dane Street, a tailor
In Moore Street a chandler and
On the Coombe, a weaver.
In Church Street, I sold old ropes-
On Redmond's Hill a draper
In Mary Street, sold 'bacco pipes-
In Bishop street a quaker.
Chorus:

8. In Peter Street, I was a quack:
In Greek street, a grainer
On the Harbour, I did carry sacks;
In Werburgh Street, a glazier.
In Mud Island, was a dairy boy,
Where I became a scooper
In Capel Street, a barber's clerk;
In Abbey Street, a cooper.
Chorus:

9. In Liffey street had furniture
With fleas and bugs I sold it
And at the Bank a big placard
I often stood to hold it
In New Street I sold hay and straw,
And in Spitalfields made bacon
In Fishamble Street was at the grand
Old trade of basketmaking.
Chorus:

10. In Summerhill a coachmaker;
In Denzille Street a gilder
In Cork Street was a tanner,
In Brunswick Street, a builder,
In High Street, I sold hosiery;
In Patrick Street sold all blades
So if you wish to know my name,
They call me Jack of all Trades.
Chorus:

Fer sure.

dj, missed all of those delightful lyrics, Canada. That happens to all of us when we are overthinking things.

dys and I discussed "Suzanne" by Leonard Cohen and all the information that he provided was equally fascinating.

Reyn, I adore Monty the python. Thanks for the tree song.

Well, edgar. Exercise does DYSsipate all that pent up stuff inside.

Need to go over Bob's Karaoke delight, however.

Listeners, often it becomes difficult for Letty to respond to each person, because I have sllloooowwwww equipment.

So, if I fail to acknowledge, just chalk it up to a lower drive.<smile>