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** Looks over shoulder ...where is TW she will gutted she missed this....

"stapels duck tape"

that should do it lmao

shurupppppppp jax im trying to be strong lol

*clears throat.....er...Hayley could you give us a hand here, I may have had too much black pudding last week....I seem to have got *muffled voice...kind of stuck......

TURNS UP THE BAND BOX

OH A GOOD BIT OF CHER

MUSIC TO THE EARS

**stands on chair **

hang on......

are pagans allowed to listen to cher lmaooooo

*Kicks Stray

*hands Hayley the seam rippers

STRAY I HAVE TO BE PAGAN

I HAVE NO CHOICE

HEAVEN WONT HAVE ME

AND HELL IS AFRAID I WILL TAKE OVER

SO THERES ONLY PAGAN LEFT

*flings green satin aside and dons TWs wig......*opens mouth........


I was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
My mama used to dance for the money they'd throw
Papa would do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Picked up a boy just south of Mobile
Gave him a ride, filled him with a hot meal
I was sixteen, he was twenty-one
Rode with us to Memphis
And Papa woulda shot him if he knew what he'd done

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

I never had schoolin' but he taught me well
With his smooth southern style
Three months later I'm a gal in trouble
And I haven't seen him for a while
Oh, no, I haven't seen him for a while

She was born in the wagon of a travelin' show
Her mama had to dance for the money they'd throw
Grandpa'd do whatever he could
Preach a little gospel, sell a couple bottles of Doctor Good

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

Gypsys, tramps, and thieves
We'd hear it from the people of the town
They'd call us gypsys, tramps, and thieves
But every night all the men would come around
And lay their money down

On the Fourth of July, 1806
We set sail from the sweet cove of Cork
We were sailing away with a cargo of bricks
For the Grand City Hall in New York
'Twas a wonderful craft
She was rigged fore and aft
And oh, how the wild wind drove her
She stood several blasts
She had twenty seven masts
And they called her The Irish Rover

We had one million bags of the best Sligo rags
We had two million barrels of stone
We had three million sides of old blind horses hides
We had four million barrels of bones
We had five million hogs
And six million dogs
Seven million barrels of porter
We had eight million bails of old nanny-goats' tails
In the hold of the Irish Rover

There was awl Mickey Coote
Who played hard on his flute
When the ladies lined up for a set
He was tootin' with skill
For each sparkling quadrille
Though the dancers were fluther'd and bet
With his smart witty talk
He was cock of the walk
And he rolled the dames under and over
They all knew at a glance
When he took up his stance
That he sailed in The Irish Rover

There was Barney McGee
From the banks of the Lee
There was Hogan from County Tyrone
There was Johnny McGurk
Who was scared stiff of work
And a man from Westmeath called Malone
There was Slugger O'Toole
Who was drunk as a rule
And Fighting Bill Treacy from Dover
And your man, Mick MacCann
From the banks of the Bann
Was the skipper of the Irish Rover

We had sailed seven years
When the measles broke out
And the ship lost its way in the fog
And that whale of a crew
Was reduced down to two
Just myself and the Captain's old dog
Then the ship struck a rock
Oh Lord! what a shock
The bulkhead was turned right over
Turned nine times around
And the poor old dog was drowned
I'm the last of The Irish Rover

ouch meany!!!!

hayley get down of that chair u could fall

health and safety wont allow u standing on chairs pmsl

oh BC is partial to a bit of cher wohoooooo

*swings Hayley round.......


YEEEE HAWWWWW

Can you lot hear dogs howling?

ohhhhhhhhh sorry ladies pmsl

** skips about in BC's patent shoes..**

nope jax hes watching tv

lmaooooooo

Saving himself for later eh Stray pmsl

*grabs Jax elbow and puts firm hand on shoulder...here this is how they do it in the west of Ireland...it helps if the man is toothless dunno why....but we....

*twirl round and round and round and round and round...............

of course hun i still want him to spend lmao

BC"wipes tears from eyes"

your wonderful