Off for the weekend. Part Two

#1
Well, it's the weekend, and I'm off for a typical Southern Irish funeral in the hills of Co Louth, near Dundalk. Before any of you get abusive, I may as well admit it, I'll miss TURP. So, before I leave, TURP, this one's for you mate:

Every breath you take
Every move you make
Every bond you break
Every step you take
I'll be watching you

Every single day
Every word you say
Every game you play
Every night you say
I'll be watching you

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every step you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake
I'll be watching you

Since you've gone I been lost without a trace
I dream at night I can only see your face
I look around but it's you I can't replace
I feel so cold and I long for your embrace
I keep crying baby, baby, please

O can't you see
You belong to me
How my poor heart aches
With every breath you take

Every move you make
Every vow you break
Every smile you fake
Every claim you stake

Every move you make
Every step you take
I'll be watching you


Take care mate. I'll be back Monday (not withstanding a kicking in the pub Saturday, or the ferry sinking Monday).
 
#2
Don't lagg in the urn

And bring one of your fit cousins back (the alive ones) to nibble my sack, as I'm on the road alot next week.
 
#3
Slaing mae feirhian.......
.......and the devil on your heels!

Incase you lost the song sheet,
and no doubt needed in the old country

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go, and I must bide.

But come you back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be there in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

But if you come, and all the flowers are dying
And if I am dead, as dead I may well be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams shall warm and sweeter be
If you will bend and tell me that you love me
Then I will sleep in peace until you come to me.


Its to help the dead over....sorry for the loss
 
#4
Now he's gone lets slag him off

I'll start by saying he was always odd, has a spotty arse and his room smelt of rotting feet and dried spunky tissues.

Granted he was a good egg, but that doesn't stop me calling him a pervy cnut on here :D
 
#6
Cleft Pallet and a stammer you see.
 
#8
Turp's arrse? I heard he was a rimmer?
 
#10
Because I'm gorgeous - I'd do anything for Gunny!!!!!
 
#16
BriteGirlie said:
Thank God I didn't accept the offer to go away for the weekend,.....


....you'd be thinking I was with you know who!! :?
Nah, Gunny might be odd but he has standards, said he wouldn't do you with mine, and I can do it from further away.

Gunny said that you were a moose and smelt of cinder toffee and dirty underpants
 
#17
TURP goes away and gets a shed load of songs sung for him. I go away and get slagged off. Mighty, my cousin was great and I mentioned your name when I had my hand down her knickers early Sunday morning............ You just can't beat a good Irish funeral to bring out the worst in people :twisted:
 
#19
Gunny said
TURP goes away and gets a shed load of songs sung for him. I go away and get slagged off.
the reason no one sang bout you was we were all gutted!! at you being away we couldn't talk about it never mind sing:D

edited with thanks to lwm!!
 

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