Thursday, November 11, 2010

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