The Hive is (realy) Dead! Long Live the Hive Mind!

[Mycanid]

For everyone's sake, I won't go into my symtoms

Well my good Bront ... you have my sympathies. I don't know what else I can do for you over some forums....

Maybe tell a really bad joke? :\

 

[Mycanid]

Nah, no casualites save perhaps my career. We'll see though.

I won't say what some of the other ideas were. But I must admit that I, for one, am glad you are still alive and still busy doing what you like to do! (And stopping by the hive to say hello too!)

So there!

 

[hafrogman]

Uhh ... then maybe a tragic Scottish love ballad is DEFINITELY out of the question.

You uhh ... didn't kill anybody did you?

We could sing her a tragic Irish ballad. No love, just killing people. The one I'm thinking of, anyways.

 

[Goldmoon]

I won't say what some of the other ideas were. But I must admit that I, for one, am glad you are still alive and still busy doing what you like to do! (And stopping by the hive to say hello too!)

So there!

What other ideas? Please tell so I dont have to go looking through all my missed posts.

 

[Mycanid]

Hmm ... what to answer Irish ballad wise .... :\

 

[Mycanid]

We could sing her a tragic Irish ballad. No love, just killing people. The one I'm thinking of, anyways.

Here's a good one!

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry,
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly,
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man,
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man; stung by an adder
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily:
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly;
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry.

Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery;
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness;
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness,
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man:
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man.
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry;
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly, shoemaker's thread
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry.

Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery; lulled with flattery
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property;
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man,
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man.
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry;
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly,
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry!

Dah dah dah dah dee dah dee dah dah dah....

 

[hafrogman]

Hmm ... what to answer Irish ballad wise .... :\

See, I was thinking this one. Terribly traditional.


About a maid I'll sing a song
Sing rickety tickety tin
About a maid I'll sing a song
Who didn't have her family long
Not only did she do them wrong
She did every one of them in, them in
She did every one of them in.

One morning in a fit of pique
Sing rickety tickety tin
One morning in a fit of pique
She drowned her father in the creek
The water tasted bad for a week
And we had to make do with gin, with gin
We had to make do with gin

Her mother she could never stand
Sing rickety tickety tin
Her mother she could never stand
And so a cyanide soup she planned
The mother died with the spoon in her hand
And her face in a hideous grin, a grin
Her face in a hideous grin.

She weighted her brother down with stones
Sing rickety tickety tin
She weighted her brother down with stones
And sent him off to Davey Jones
All they ever found were some bones
And occasional pieces of skin, of skin
Occasional pieces of skin.

She set her sister's hair on fire
Sing rickety tickety tin
She set her sister's hair on fire
And as the smoke and flame rose higher
Danced around the funeral pyre
Playing a violin, olin
Playing a violin.

One day she had nothing to do
Sing rickety tickety tin
One day she had nothing to do
She cut her baby brother in two
And served him up as an Irish stew
And invited the neighbors in, bors in
Invited the neighbors in.

And when at last the police came by
Sing rickety tickety tin
And when at last the police came by
Her little pranks she did not deny
To do so she would have had to lie
And lying she knew was a sin, a sin
And lying she knew was a sin.

And just one thing before I go
Sing rickety tickety tin
And just one thing before I go
There's something I think that you ought to know
They had no proof, so they let her go
And they say that she's tall and thin, and thin
They say that she's tall and thin.

My tragic tale I won't prolong
Sing rickety tickety tin
My tragic tale I won't prolong
You've yourself to blame if it's too long
You should never have let me begin, begin
You should never have let me begin.

 

[Goldmoon]

Here's a good one!

Donald's gane up the hill hard and hungry,
Donald comes down the hill wild and angry;
Donald will clear the gouk's nest cleverly,
Here's to the king and Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weigh-bauk, Donald Macgillavry,
Balance them fair, and balance them cleverly:
Off wi'the counterfeit, Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's run o'er the hill but his tether, man,
As he were wud, or stang'd wi' an ether, man; stung by an adder
When he comes back, there's some will look merrily:
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a weaver, Donald Macgillavry,
Pack on your back, and elwand sae cleverly;
Gie them full measure, my Donald Macgillavry.

Donald has foughten wi' rief and roguery;
Donald has dinner'd wi banes and beggary,
Better it were for Whigs and Whiggery
Meeting the devil than Donald Macgillavry.
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a tailor, Donald Macgillavry,
Push about, in and out, thimble them cleverly,
Here's to King James and to Donald Macgillavry.

Donald's the callan that brooks nae tangleness;
Whigging and prigging and a'newfangleness,
They maun be gane: he winna be baukit, man:
He maun hae justice, or faith he'll tak it, man.
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like a cobler, Donald Macgillavry;
Beat them, and bore them, and lingel them cleverly, shoemaker's thread
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry.

Donald was mumpit wi' mirds and mockery; lulled with flattery
Donald was blinded wi' blads o' property;
Arles ran high, but makings were naething, man,
Lord, how Donald is flyting and fretting, man.
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry,
Come like the devil, Donald Macgillavry;
Skelp them and scaud them that proved sae unbritherly,
Up wi' King James and wi' Donald Macgillavry!

Dah dah dah dah dee dah dee dah dah dah....

Is that English?

 

[Mycanid]

What other ideas? Please tell so I dont have to go looking through all my missed posts.

Nothing you'd find in the past posts m'lady.

I was just thinking what other disasters could have occurred on a date which could have caused such ... difficulty ... in your particular ... situation ... that's all.

 

[The_Warlock]

'Ello. 'ow goes de 'ive?