Archive | April 2011

Suitors

There are suitors at my door
Olaya bahia
Six or eight or maybe more
Olaya bahia
And my father wants me wed
Olayo bahia
Or at least that’s what he said

Chorus:
Olay olah olayoh bahia
Olay olah. Olayo bahia
Olay olah alaya bahia
Olay olah alaya bahia

And I told him that I will
Olaya bahia
When the rivers run uphill
Olaya bahia
Or the fish begin to fly
Olaya bahia
Or the day before I die
Olaya bahia

Irrigation runs uphill
Olaya bahia
Doesn’t that give you a thrill
Olaya bahia
And fish do really fly
Olaya bahia
And tomorrow I might die
Olaya bahia

Now I am old and grey
Olaya bahia
And I’m single to this day
Olaya bahia
And my father wants me wed
Olaya bahia\
But I told him no instead
Olaya bahia

Bride’s charm

SIAN a chuir Bride nam buadh,
M’a mise, m’a cire, m’a buar,
M’a capuill, m’a cathmhil, m’a cual,
Moch is anamach dol dachaidh is uaith.

Gan cumail bho chreagan, bho chleitean,
Bho ladhara ’s bho adhaircean a cheile,
Bho iana na Creige Ruaidh,
Is bho Luath na Feinne.

Bho lannaire liath Creag Duilionn,
Bho iolaire riabhach Beinn-Ard,
Bho sheobhag luth Torr-an-Duin,
Is fitheach dur Creag-a-Bhaird.

Bho mhada-ruadh nan cuireid,
Bho mhada-ulai a Mhaim,
Bho thaghan tocaidh na tuide,
’S bho mhaghan udail a mhais.

* * * * *
* * * * *
Bho gach ceithir-chasach spuireach,
Agus guireach da sgiath.

THE charm put by Bride the beneficent,
On her goats, on her sheep, on her kine,
On her horses, on her chargers, on her herds,
Early and late going home, and from home.

To keep them from rocks and ridges,
From the heels and the horns of one another
From the birds of the Red Rock,
And from Luath of the Feinne.

From the blue peregrine hawk of Creag Duilion,
From the brindled eagle of Ben-Ard,
From the swift hawk of Tordun,
From the surly raven of Bard’s Creag.

From the fox of the wiles,
From the wolf of the Mam,
From the foul-smelling fumart,
And from the restless great-hipped bear.

* * * * *
* * * * *
From every hoofed of four feet,
And from every hatched of two wings.

Carmina Gadelica

Happy Birthday Will!

Puck: If we shadows have offended,
Think but this; and all is mended
That you have but slumbered here
While these visions did appear
And this weak and idle theme
No more yielding but a dream.
Gentles–do not reprehend
If you pardon, we will mend.
And, as I am an honest Puck
If we have unearned luck.
Now to scape the serpents tongue.
We will make amends ere long
Else the Puck a liar call.
So–goodnight unto you all.
Give me your hands if we be friends.
And Robin shall restore amends.

Yes, a camp song and its parody because there are always some

Grey Squirrel, grey squirrel
Swish your bushy tail
Grey Squirrel, grey squirrel
Swish your bushy tail
Wrinkle up your funny nose
Hold a nut between your toes
Grey Squirrel, grey squirrel
Swish your bushy tail.

And you have no idea how difficult it was to type that song our because of the parody below from the year we had the bubonic plague in camp. I think Stanley wrote it.

Dead squirrel, dead squirrel
Swish your stiffened tail
Dead squirrel, dead squirrel
Swish your stiffened tail
See the fleas crawl in and out
It’s the plague I have no doubt
Dead squirrel dead squirrel
Swish your stiffened tail.

Give me a rose in the wintertime

Give me a rose in the wintertime
When it’s hard to find
Give me a rose in the wintertime
I’ve got roses on my mind
A rose is sweet most any time and yet
Give me a rose in the wintertime
How easy we forget.

Give me smile when I’m far from home.
When it’s hard to find
Give me a smile when I’m far from home
I’ve got smiling on my mind.
Now a smile is sweet most any time and yet
Give me a smile when I’m far from home
How easy we forget.

Give me a kiss when my baby’s gone ….

Give me a friend when I’m all alone …

Give me some peace when there’s talk of war…

Give me some sun when the rain is gone
When it’s hard to find
Give me some sun when the rain is gone
I’ve got sunshine on my mind
Now the sun is sweet most any time and yet.
Give me some sun when the rain is gone
How easy we forget.

Embarrassing moments at work for mrdreamjeans

 wanted people to tell their most embarrassing work story but since I can manage to embarrass myself virtually anywhere I’ll have to pick one.

 I think it has to be after I had my knee surgery. I wore a custom molded to my leg knee brace for several years after my knee surgery. I wore skirts for a long time to cover it because it was hardened plastic and was full of gears that you couldn’t get pants over. So I used to wear thick black tights to protect my legs. The Velcro on the brace shredded any kind of regular stocking.

 I used to work as a Worker’s Compensation Hearing Rep and one morning I guess I wasn’t paying attention after I came out of the rest room and my skirt was tucked up into the top of my brace and flashing my tights/underwear (at least they were black).

I walked through 4 different court rooms before any one told me. And not one of my friends or even one of the judges did. The person who finally told me was the one we treated like a doofus because she was always doing something colossally stupid like changing out of her stiletto heels while driving in the fast lane because it was raining and ending up in the center divider and a really pissed off employer. She used to ask questions that just would have our mouths dropping open because they were either offensive and or so stupid you knew opposing counsel was going object or it was something one of us had just asked because she used to fall asleep too. Anyway she was the only one to tell me which taught me a lesson in kindness too. That and the distinct urge to whack some of my male friends up the side of the head because they didn’t tell me.

Some not so blank verse by me for Earth Day

I sing a song to the Earth

My home in space

Home to trees

And whales

Mountains of shales

Lands that shake

And lands that bake

Lands of snow where north winds blow

I sing of animals that swim

Of ones that creep and

Some that cringe

They see the harm that we do everyday

And know that they can not get away

So today and everyday

Ride your bicycle

And reuse, restore and recycle.

 

kat

Underwear Tune: Over There

Underwear, Underwear, how I itch in my woolen underwear
How I wish I’d gotten
Some made of cotton
So I wouldn’t be so itchy everywhere.
B.V.D.s make me sneeze
When the wind blows so swiftly through my knees
Oh I am itching, Yes, I am itching
In my gosh darn, bing bang, woolen underwear