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Great, the bards are in full swing, yis haven’t lost the old touch.

I had a dream last night, we were all teamed up for a Christmas hooley in Gummys house.

As we all gathered round the Christmas tree
Sporting raindeer jumpers and drinking cups of tea
Plates of plum pudding held high in one hand
Looking at Gummys whiskey, marked with an elastic band
“Not to be touched till after your dinner me lads
I have that bottle for years, it was one of me dads”
Ah says Pug, smiling and putting in his oar
If I don’t get a drink soon I’ll collapse on the floor
Fruitcake is hiding, he’s afraid he’ll be eaten
Sweetie is in the kitchen and eggs she is beating
RJ has his ears tuned to a Shakespearian play on radio four
And Spitty is out the back, measuring up the door
Sadly Jem was tied up and couldn’t make it this year
Too busy in the local lowering down beer.

And that wasn’t the end of the dream, all flights home were cancelled, kangaroos protesting on the runways or something and ye all had to row back to dear old blighty, but fair play to you all you were singing a merry song as you rowed, yes it was that old favourite The Eton Boat Song.
"Jolly boating weather And a hay harvest breeze 
Blade on the feather Shade off the trees 
Swing swing together
With your backs between your knees 
Swing swing together
With your backs between your knees"

I do get some strange dreams these days.

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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.

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

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

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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.

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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.

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

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qC_xO2aN_IA

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We do

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

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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