The Eternal Thread: OMG did I make one of these now?

[Auremena]

Morning NSG.

Morning Aure.

[The Realm of God]

They do......other things....... at mass.

Yeah, that parts pretty..... interesting....

Rasputin was one, he once heard about twenty erm 'confessions' a day.

[Kirrig]

Anyone here remember me?

Hey, haven't seen that old murky flag in a while. How you doing?

Indulging in a dose of nostalgia.

[Forster Keys]

Hey, haven't seen that old murky flag in a while. How you doing?

Indulging in a dose of nostalgia.

Intoxicating isn't it?

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

the Old Black Rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg

[The Realm of God]

the Old Black Rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg

There are two dogs wrapped round your leg one is just called Black Rum.

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

the Old Black Rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg

There are two dogs wrapped round your leg one is just called Black Rum.

You're supposed to join in with a drinking song.

[Kirrig]

Indulging in a dose of nostalgia.

Intoxicating isn't it?

Don't you know it. I've even got some music a few years older than me to help.

[Noobubersland]

the Old Black Rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg

There were three drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night would come, me boys
They wouldn't then go out
And these three drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

[The Realm of God]

There are two dogs wrapped round your leg one is just called Black Rum.

You're supposed to join in with a drinking song.

A long time ago, way back in history
When all there was to drink was nothing but cups of tea
Along came a man by the name of Charlie Mops
And he invented a wonderful drink and he made it out of hops
(Chorus)
He might have been an admiral, a sultan, or a king
And to his praises we shall always sing
Look what he has done for us, he's filled us up with cheer
Lord bless Charlie Mops,
The man who invented beer
The Jury's Bar, the Clancy's Pub, the Hole in the Wall as well
One thing you can be sure of, it's Charlie's beer they sell
So come on all me lucky lads at eleven O'clock ye stops
For five short seconds, remember Charlie Mops
One, two, three, four, five
Chorus
A bushel of malt, A barrel of hops, you stir it around with a stick,
The kind of lubrication to make your engine tick.
Forty pints of wallop a day will keep away the quacks.
It's only eight pence ha'p'ny a pot and one and six in tax
One, two, three, four, five
Chorus
The Lord bless Charlie Mops!

[Forster Keys]

Intoxicating isn't it?

Don't you know it. I've even got some music a few years older than me to help.

Ooh. Including?

[Forster Keys]

Do you guys know any other good forums sites?

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

the Old Black Rum's got a hold on me
Like a dog wrapped 'round my leg

There were three drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night would come, me boys
They wouldn't then go out
And these three drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

Róisín, ba mhaith liom bruíon le d’athair
An dtuigeann sé go ndéanfainn aon rud
Chun mo ghrá dhuit a chruthú

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

Do you guys know any other good forums sites?

Sad to say this is the last forum I really frequent. Well, the only one not meant for roleplaying.

[Noobubersland]

There were three drunken maidens
Come from the Isle of Wight
They drunk from Monday morning
Nor stopped till Saturday night
When Saturday night would come, me boys
They wouldn't then go out
And these three drunken maidens
They pushed the jug about

Róisín, ba mhaith liom bruíon le d’athair
An dtuigeann sé go ndéanfainn aon rud
Chun mo ghrá dhuit a chruthú

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

Róisín, ba mhaith liom bruíon le d’athair
An dtuigeann sé go ndéanfainn aon rud
Chun mo ghrá dhuit a chruthú

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

Ah, whiskey in the jar, one of my favourites.

Now I'm convinced I've got to have a pint with some of you bastards.

[Forster Keys]

Do you guys know any other good forums sites?

Sad to say this is the last forum I really frequent. Well, the only one not meant for roleplaying.

Ah, same here pretty much. Was wanting to broaden my horizons. Most other forums I've come across are sort of toxic.

[Noobubersland]

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

Ah, whiskey in the jar, one of my favourites.

Now I'm convinced I've got to have a pint with some of you bastards.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

Ye landsmen and you seamen, come listen to my song,
It's of a trick was played on me, it won't delay you long;
I came from sea the other day, a fair girl I did meet,
She kindly asked me to a dance was up on Peter Street.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

And as the dance was over, straight to the bed did go,
Was little did I ever think she'd pull my overthrow;
Robbed my gold watch, and thirty pounds, a pack of fags and fled,
And left me here stark naked, alone upon the bed.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

When I awoke in the morning it was nothing did I spy,
But a woman's shirt and apron upon the bed did lie;
I wrung my hands, I tore my hair, I cried, what shall I do?
For tonight I'm bound for Wicklow town, no more will I see you.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

Now as the streets were lonesome at the hour of two o'clock,
I put on me shirt and apron and marched down to the dock;
The crew they saw me coming and these words to me did say,
My dear old Jack, you've struck a snap since you've been gone away.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

Are those the new spring fashions that the ladies wear on shore?
Where is the shop you bought 'em at, and is there any more?
The captain on the quarterdeck looked at me with a frown,
Sayin', Jack, I'd buy a better suit than that for thirty pounds.

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

Ye landsmen and you seamen, a warning take by me,
Be sure to choose good company when you go out on spree;
'Cause if you do you'll surely rue, you'll find yourself like me,
With a woman's shirt and apron for to fit you out for sea!

And the way you send me, my dear Annie,
Oh, you St. John's girls can't you dance the polka?

[The Realm of God]

Róisín, ba mhaith liom bruíon le d’athair
An dtuigeann sé go ndéanfainn aon rud
Chun mo ghrá dhuit a chruthú

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well
I am bound for California, a place I know right well
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor he will get along, if not then he's sure in hell
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

Farewell to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane
I am bound away for to leave you and I'll never see you again
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I am bound for California by way of stormy Cape Horn
And I will write to thee a letter, love, when I am homeward bound
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship, "Davy Crockett" is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her and they say that she's a floating hell
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

Sad to say this is the last forum I really frequent. Well, the only one not meant for roleplaying.

Ah, same here pretty much. Was wanting to broaden my horizons. Most other forums I've come across are sort of toxic.

I'm a part-time channer, so I get all my hateful interaction from there.

[Noobubersland]

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

Farewell to Princes' landing stage River Mersey fare thee well
I am bound for California, a place I know right well
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I have sailed with Burgess once before, I think I know him well
If a man's a sailor he will get along, if not then he's sure in hell
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

Farewell to Lower Frederick Street, Anson Terrace and Park Lane
I am bound away for to leave you and I'll never see you again
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I am bound for California by way of stormy Cape Horn
And I will write to thee a letter, love, when I am homeward bound
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

I've shipped on a Yankee clipper ship, "Davy Crockett" is her name
And Burgess is the captain of her and they say that she's a floating hell
So fare thee well my own true love
When I return united we will be
It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me
But my darling when I think of thee

In the days I went a courtin' I was never tired resortin'
To an alehouse or a playhouse and many's the house beside
But I told me brother Seamus I'd go off and be right famous
And I'd never would return again 'til I'd roam the world wide

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

I've courted girls in Blarney in Kanturk and in Killarney
In Passage and in Queenstown that is the Cobh of Cork
Goodbye to all this pleasure I'll be off to take me leisure
And the next time that you hear from me will be a letter from New York

So it's goodbye Muirsheen Durkin I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
As sure as me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

Goodbye to the girls at home I'm going far across the foam
To try and make me fortune in far America
There's gold and jewels in plenty for the poor and for the gentry
And when I return again I never more will say

Goodbye Muirsheen Durkin sure I'm sick and tired of workin'
No more I'll dig the praties and no longer I'll be fooled
For as sure as me name is Carney I'll be off to California
Where instead of diggin' praties I'll be diggin' lumps of gold

[Forster Keys]

As I was goin' over the far famed Kerry mountains,
I met with Captain Farrell, and his money he was counting.
I first produced me pistol and I then produced me rapier,
Saying: "Stand and deliver, for you are a bold deceiver!".
Musha rin du-rum do du-rum da, Whack for my daddy-o,
Whack for my daddy-o, There's whiskey in the jar

Ah, whiskey in the jar, one of my favourites.

Now I'm convinced I've got to have a pint with some of you bastards.

So long as you treat me better than my own a-sporting Jenny.

I love me Whiskey in the Jar, that was part of the indoctrination valuable cultural history my mother tought me as a wee lad.

[The Realm of God]

Ah, same here pretty much. Was wanting to broaden my horizons. Most other forums I've come across are sort of toxic.

I'm a part-time channer, so I get all my hateful interaction from there.

I never expected you to be on 4chan, I thought you possibly lurked on Roleplay forums and Catholic Answers possibly also Beer Affectionado

[Forster Keys]

Ah, same here pretty much. Was wanting to broaden my horizons. Most other forums I've come across are sort of toxic.

I'm a part-time channer, so I get all my hateful interaction from there.

Deary me, I can imagine.

[Jerusalem and Damascus]

I'm a part-time channer, so I get all my hateful interaction from there.

I never expected you to be on 4chan, I thought you possibly lurked on Roleplay forums and Catholic Answers possibly also Beer Affectionado

I'm an /x/phile.