Theres a bunch of gentlemen (I use the term generically) sat in OBriens of Kyiv right now, toasting the memory of Blair. I wish I could be there. Was all ready to do a skype meet but while I could hear them fine (was that you Anthony Nichol, saying I never made any sense anyway?) they couldnt hear me. Never mind. we drank a drink together across the miles. Heres the poem/song I wanted to inflict on them: Of all the money that eer I had Ive spent it in good company And all the harm that eer Ive done Alas it was to none but me And all Ive done for want of wit To memory now I cant recall So fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Of all the comrades that eer I had They are sorry for my going away And all the sweethearts that eer I had They would wish me one more day to stay But since it falls unto my lot That I should rise and you should not Ill gently rise and Ill softly call Good night and joy be with you all A man may drink and not be drunk A man may fight and not be slain A man may court a pretty girl And perhaps be welcomed back again But since it has so ought to be By a time to rise and a time to fall Come fill to me the parting glass Good night and joy be with you all Good night and joy be with you all youtube/watch?v=lTpUBxPjfc4
Posted on: Fri, 03 Oct 2014 16:55:35 +0000
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