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SHINGLE WEAVER

SHINGLE WEAVER

 

Leather belts whistle moving

Logs in unison through the weavers

Pins and the pin boy lurches

Pins they shout and the spindles spin

 

Pins ! Again the pin boy grabs for

The moving target

Pins ! ! Staggering under his load

A finger lost blood spurting red

 

Pins !  Again no stoppage the day will be

A winner the nine finger Weaver will

A bonus get and the pin setter gets to breath

Pins ! ! !

 

A group of nine finger weaver and some less

Cursing the pin setter.  Pins !

Today if we lose the rest no matter

Pins !

 

------ Eagle Cruagh

© 2010 Eagle Cruagh

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OH, THE GIRLS ALL GET PRETTIER

AT CLOSING TIME

 

Grandma`s sitting at the bar

Nobody near this chick

With her gray hair

And a little beard

Wonder what she`s do`n there

 

Have `nother drink Fred

`stoo early to go to bed

Check that blonde with th

Old guy over there

Bet she wishes he was dead

 

The band plays smash and grab

Romeos are dance`n like they

Was mad

All the girls look pretty good

But it`s early Bud me lad

 

Then bar-kee yells last call

Where`d the time go ?

Grab yur drink and swill it all

Gotta git more y`all

Where`s all the girls ya know

 

They`re all down by the door

Just stand`n there in a row

Wander by and look ,there`s Grandma

Only she`s a smashing  blonde

Arm and arm  she goes

 

Grandma hooked a kid

Young sailor by his looks

He thinks she`s twenty two

Gett`n younger too

Out the door they stumble

 

Marilyn Monroe has got my arm

Dang she`s nice and warm

Where you been all night I ask

And she`s just fulla charm

On the other side is Julie Juice

 

Man its great to rule the roost

Women fight`n fur my love

Every one  winner of a beauty cup

Oh, the girls all get prettier at closing time

And every one is hook`n up

---- Eagle Cruagh

 

 

© 2008 Eagle Cruagh

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EAGLE CRUAGH.COM: LOST

EAGLE CRUAGH.COM: LOST: "LOST Somewhere it rests Hidden in a little nest Plebian as my soul Nada as a goal Find her I beg you She is gone for sure Find her and I ..."

LOST

LOST

Somewhere it rests
Hidden in a little nest
Plebian as my soul
Nada as a goal

Find her
I beg you
She is gone for sure
Find her and I shall endure

You will know her
When she erupts
Sense of humor gone
It was just a pup

----- Eagle Cruagh