The Angry Safety Man

Flooding last month was caused by the blockage of Catfish Creek at Port Bruce. The creek and mouth of the creek had to be dredged, I guess you would call it. This led to the creation of huge piles of ice, and detritus of various sorts. The piles were 20 feet high in some places, and created some really dirty messes. Anyhow, here's another attempt at humour, and an Irish "drinking" song.

 

 

The Fight At Riley’s Bar

 

 

Far as I remembers, ‘twas the spring a 63

We headed out to Riley’s Bar, me brother Tim and me

We had a pint or maybe three just startin’ fer the night

We were just fer drinkin’ wasn’t looking fer a fight

 

 

The boys was gettin ready to sing a lively tune

Ol’ Tommy on the fiddle O’Brien playin’ spoons

Fitzgerald, he was warmin’ up his mellow chords so sweet

When a tipsy Stevie Bailey come flyin’ out his seat

 

 

Boys, says Stevie Bailey to anyone could hear

I’m spoiling fer a fight tonight, but first just one more beer

I’ll drink untill I sees three of every one that’s here

So please tonight put off the fight till I’ve had me that last beer

 

 

Ol’ Riley sees what’s happ’nin’ and jumps behind the bar

He grabs his old shilleleigh his eyes are cold and hard

He spits to Stevie Bailey and to anyone could hear

If ye be startin’ something I’ll whack ya up both ears

 

 

Well Stevie was nonplussed his fight was runnin’ out

He looked around him sheepishly as he began to doubt

He sits back down ‘n grabs his pint to the ringin’ sound ‘O jeers

It’s alright boys I’ll be going home a’wearin both me ears

 

 

No one could e’r forget that night at good Ol’ Riley’s Bar

They sing about the miracle from Cork to Castlebar

The night that nothin’ happened went down in history

Folks what was there still scratch their hair at this strangest mystery

Done