Mudcat Island Folk Festival

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Willie-O
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 04:36 PM

Christ on a tugboat, I spent half an hour writin an entry and it disappeared into the aether. In brief.

Guy shows up in his weatherbeaten kayak, straight from neighbouring Grand Manan Isle, stocked with rum and scotch to settle a debt, ginger ale for his own cheap thrills, and of course dulse. (Dark Harbour Purple) The booze is handed to Amos and MMario, the entrants in Willie-O's Song Challenge, and the dulse is offered to anyone who cares to enjoy this local delicacy!

W-O--looking for some chowder.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 06:21 PM

Crowhugger me mate, Your sock was last seen doing its duty to keep the lady sailor from bearing a bairn at sea, according to the old Mudcat lore tucked away safe amongst the threads of the ships' riggin'. She had no choice as no one left her any sliced lemons to use in the old fashioned way. We'd have saved her the trouble if she'd but told us her assignation was with the baker of the bannocks!

Ye'll be needin' a new sock then unless ye're a salty sort yersel'...

'Ar!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 06:27 PM

'SCUSE ME? I kinda sorta thought I baked the bannocks, and I may not be exactly a Lady, but I checked this morning and I is still female. Now Mbo, he gathered them blackberries--what was he up to in them brambles? (This island's gettin a little crowded--there's over a hunnert of us here now, maybe we need a bigger island?

Subject: Lyr Add: I'M YOUR CAPTAIN (from Grand Funk Railroa
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 07:44 PM

I assure you, there was nothing going on in them bushes except blackberry picking! Crowhugger (lad?/lass?) bring that big beautiful cello over here. I love cellos...And it would sound great on one o' my favorite songs:

Everybody, listen to me
And return me my ship
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
I've been lost now, days uncounted
And it's been months since I've seen home
Can you hear me? Can you hear me?
Poor am I, all alone
If you return me to my home port
I will kiss you mother earth
Take me back now, take me back now
To the port of my birth

Am I in my cabin dreaming
Or are you really scheming
To take my ship away from me?
You better think about it
I just can't live without it
So please don't take my ship from me

I can feel the hand of a stranger
And it's tied me around my throat
Heaven help me, heaven help me
Take this stranger off my boat
I'm your captain, I'm your captain
Though I'm feeling mighty sick
Everybody, listen to me
And return me me ship
I'm your captain, yeah, yeah yeah

I'm getting closer to my home....


C'mon everyone! Sing along! "I'm getting closer to my home..."

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 07:49 PM

Weel, lads n lassies, 'twas said the bannocks had baked on hot rocks, and there would be yer baker, ar! Give credit where it's due, now! Settin' 'em to cook would be brave indeed but not as brave as....

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Sorcha
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:02 PM

She was doing WHAT with hot rocks? or is that HOTROCKS?

Subject: Lyr Add: THE WRAGGLE-TAGGLE GYPSIES
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:13 PM

Wow the Island is really crowded, reminds me of the Gypsy encampments.. Ah I know a song fer ye...

THE WRAGGLE-TAGGLE GYPSIES

There were three gypsies a come to my door,
And down stairs ran this a-lady, O.
One sang high and another sang low
And the other sang bonny bonny Biscay O

Then she pulled off her silk finished gown,
And put on hose of leather, O
The ragged ragged rags about our door
And she's gone with the wraggle, taggle gypsies O

It was late last night when my lord came home,
Inquiring for his a-lady O
The servants said on every hand
She's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O

O saddle to me my milk-white steed
And go and fetch me my pony, O
That I may ride and seek my bride,
Who's gone with the wraggle-taggle gypsies O

O he rode high, and he rode low
He rode through wood and copses too,
Until he came to a wide open field,
And there he espied his a-lady O

What makes you leave you house and land?
What makes you leave you money, O?
What makes you leave you new-wedded lord,
To follow the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

What care I for my house and land?
What care I for my money,O?
What care I for my new-wedded lord,
I'm off with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O!

"Last night you slept on a goosefeather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
Tonight you'll sleep in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O."

"What care I for a goose-feather bed,
With the sheet turned down so bravely, O.
For tonight I'll sleet in a cold open field,
Along with the wraggle-taggle gypsies, O.

The Sun is setting. The ancient mariner has arranged a special presentation for the campers tonight.. Everyone is to charge their glasses with a favourite beverage. (the half empty bottle of Black Bush in his hand) and toast down the sun... I have asked the Laird of the Isle Mbo to play a lament..shush now and listen as the last rays of the golden sun slip slowly into the horisons edge a peace descends on the island. A Highlander in full regalia marches slowly over the hill with his pipes playing a lovely lament. Which as the red sun dips will end as an echo as the night begins....Play Mbo Play...

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:14 PM

Well, 'tis an isle deserving of the lightest step. Another wooly sock is tossed heav'nward, tempting the gulls into many winged collision, yet not an injury to be had. The shy gal watches, filling with contentment, as the sock is snatched by an updraft and away. The sky is a colour she cannot say for there is no word she knows to match it. She knows there is no place closer to home than here. And she bows a clear voice with Mbo.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: JenEllen
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:17 PM

*Staggering over the dunes comes a wee tired sprite, cursing under her breath and dragging enough sand in the cuffs of her jeans to make another island*

Ah Suze, good to see you again. Chuck me a bannock before the sailors clean us out? Ta..

Amos, any of the Reisling left? Trade you a song for a glass...

*pulls out guitar with crappy gore-tex strings and shrugs the strap over her sunburned shoulders*

Here I stand
Lost in the wind
Round in circles sailing
Like a ship that never comes in
Standing by myself
Here I stand
Alone on the plains
Sun's going down
And it's starting to rain
Daddy we'll go sailing
Sing a sad song for a good man
Sing a sad song for me
Sing a sad song for a sailor
A thousand miles from sea

Dave, got a warm spot for a gal to curl up for a bit? The lobster and wine has done me in. Got to rest up for the dancing!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:19 PM

Steady with those ball-bearings, Mr Queeg. Mbo, if ye're out of sorts from all that baking (as I can well imagine) just find yoursel' a hammock rolled up for'd in the focs'le, pop the stops off it and wrap up for a rest. If te ask nicely I think CLeigh has a hosepipe to cool those hot rocks. Hey, on ye're way throw that damn sock overboard someone left on the quarterdeck!

I see a green-clad red-headed Goddess down yonder on the strand,
And i hear a fiddle dancing high, and she's hold out a hand
So on this blessed salted rock, a second night we'll stay
While the crew cavorts, and the ship awaits, and I dance the night away!

He crosses the tidelines to a greenish glow which gradually crystallizes in the evening shore breeze into the ineffably lovely form of TGG, fresh from punishing unbelievers on hockety rinks all across the west and banishing them to the Ice Capades for eternity.

The fiddleis playing a high mournful air in waltz time and the Skipper and the Gaelic goddess waltz merrily along the tideline, splashing in the quiet Atlantic surf as the moon rises slow and the clouds retire, leaving the sky ablaze with the sparkle of ten thousand summer jewels touched with the Moon's own blessings...and another night of madcap Mudcat merriment unfolds.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Dave (the ancient mariner)
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 08:42 PM

Room has been reserved for ye on my knee anytime love.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:23 PM

God love ye, Davey lad, take right care of thar coaxsome elf and defend her as yer own!

I've never seen a finer crowd, a fine land, a finer night in all my days on sea or ashore. Well, you've done it just right, and that's a fact...thank you for making more joy than you found in the world.

(Waltzes off down the tideline with TGG, splashing into the dim shadows)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Crowhugger
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:42 PM

Might it be time for a new thread to weave a new magical night on the cusp of the sea?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Amos
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 09:56 PM

Now all hands aft go forrard!
Now all hands forrard, go aft!
Now all hands 'midship, ready about and stand by to direct traffic,
For the thread goes on here, lads!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Mbo
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:02 PM

Well, it's not really a lament...more of a lullaby, but it's sad. It's called "Dean Cadalan Samhach," and it was written by a Scottish immigrant to North Carolina, not far, actually from where my folks live (about 60 miles away from where I am) It's all about missing Scotland. I'll follow it up with "O Tha Mise Fro Ghruiaman." Oh, and shy girl Crowhugger, if'n you want a corbie to hug, you can have me. Pipers get uncommonly good at squeezing.

--Mbo

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Troll
Date: 15 Feb 00 - 10:23 PM

The poems are mine. Sure MM anytime. If I don't copyright 'em they'er there for anyone that wants to use 'em.

troll

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: kendall
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:02 AM

Wanna know how to piss off a lobster?

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: kendall
Date: 16 Feb 00 - 11:05 AM

For you in the UK, that should read..how to upset a lobster?

Take his wife to dinner.

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: katlaughing
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 12:03 AM

Fun to read through this old chestnut, again!

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: wysiwyg
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 09:58 PM

Thanks Kat!!!!

I forgot I was that funny! :~)

Mbo (MattR), are you still among us?

~Susan
(formerly known as Praise)

Subject: RE: BS: Mudcat Island Folk Festival
From: Alba
Date: 09 Feb 06 - 10:25 PM

Yes I am with Susan on this (yes Susan you were very funny..well actually you still are, well I mean you are funny when you mean to be not all the time oh forget it you know what I mean I hope gulp!)

Kat Thanks for refreshing this refreshing Thread of old.
It makes a change to come in and actually find fun in the BS bit instead of strapping on your emotional body armor and entering the Arena..:)

I was just thinking about the Respite Tavern Thread today.
There are a few names on this Thread that haven't been in for a while.

Again Thanks for making me chuckle before bedtime Kat Darlin.
Love and Light as always
Jude