Thought for the day :"If I tell dad jokes, but I don’t have any kids, am I a faux pa?"
Rain 6 : Dry 1
But Cold !!
Brisk walk to get the Chicks and Ducks out this morning
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In other News - I saw a commentary regarding things that can be learned from Folk Songs..
(The subject matter of pretty much every folk song, (almost) without exception ! : )
*Don’t ignore warnings. If someone tells you to beware of Long Lankin, friggin’ beware of him.
* If someone tells you not to go by Carterhaugh, stay away. Same goes for your mother asking you not to go out hunting on a particular day.
*Portents about weather, particularly when delivered by an old sailor who is not currently chatting up a country maid, are always worth heeding.
*If someone says that he’s planning to kill you, believe him.
*If someone says he’s going to die, believe him.
*Avoid navigable waterways. Don’t let yourself be talked into going down by the wild rippling water, the wan water, the salt sea shore, the strand, the lowlands low, the Burning Thames, and any area where the grass grows green on the banks of the great North Sea. Cliffs overlooking navigable waterways aren’t safe either.
*Broom, as in the plant, should be given a wide berth.
*Stay away from the greenwood side, too.
*Avoid situations where the obvious rhyme-word is “maidenhead.”
*If you look at the calendar and discover it’s May, stay home.
*The flowing bowl is best quaffed at home. Don’t drink with strangers. Don’t drink alone. Don’t toss the cups or pass the jar about in bars where you haven’t arranged to keep a tab. Drinks of unusual or uncertain provenance should be viewed askance, especially if you’re offered them by charming members of the opposite sex. Finally, never get drunk and pass out in a bar called “Cape Horn.”
*Members of press gangs seldom tell the truth. Recruiting sergeants will fib to you shamelessly. They are not your friends, even if they’re buying the drinks. Especially when they’re buying the drinks.
*If you’re drinking toasts, mention your One True Love early and often.
*If you’re a young lady, dressing yourself in men’s array and joining the army or the navy has all sorts of comic possibilities, but you yourself aren’t going to find it too darned humorous at the time.
*If you are an unmarried lady and have sex, you will get pregnant. No good will come of it.
*If you are physically unable to get pregnant due to being male, the girl you had sex with will get pregnant. No good will come of it. You’ll either kill her, or she’ll kill herself, or her husband/brother/father/uncle/cousin will kill you both. In any case her Doleful Ghost will make sure everyone finds out. You will either get hanged, kill yourself, or be carried off bodily by Satan. Your last words will begin “Come all ye.”
*Going to sea to avoid marrying your sweetie is an option, but if she hangs herself after your departure (and it’s even money that she’s going to) her Doleful Ghost will arrive on board your ship and the last three stanzas of your life will purely suck.
*If you are a young gentleman who had sex it is possible the girl won’t get pregnant. In those rare instances you will either get Saint Cynthia’s Fire or the Great Pox instead. No good will have come of it.
*New York Girls, like Liverpool Judies, like the ladies of Limehouse, Yarmouth, Portsmouth, Gosport, and/or Baltimore, know how to show sailors a good time, if by “good time” you mean losing all your money, your clothes, and your dignity. Note: All of these places are near navigable waterways. In practical terms this means that if you’re a sailor you’re screwed (and so are any young ladies you happen to meet). See also: Great Pox; Doleful Ghost.
*If you are a young lady do not allow young men into your garden. Or let them steal your thyme. Or agree to handle their ramrods while they’re hunting the bonny brown hare. Cuckoo’s nests are right out. And never stand sae the back o’ yer dress is up agin the wa’ (for if ye do ye may safely say yer thing-a-ma-jig’s awa’).
*Never let a stranger teach you a new game. No good will come of it.
*Sharing a boyfriend with your sister is a bad plan.
*Having more than one True Love at a time is a non-starter.
*If you’re a brunette, give up.
*Not that being a blonde will improve the odds much.
*If your name is Janet, change it.
From "Things I Learned from Ballads" by Jim Macdonald
Cheers !
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