Above the din in alt.os.linux.slackware, +Alan Hicks+ could be heard to say:
>
> And for that, I offer this little ditty. "The Mermaid" by Bobby Bare.
>

So now I must share this one:
"End of the Tail" by The Ravens

Captain Jack was a young man when he went to sea
:Chorus line 1: All the young ladies go and kiss him goodbye
He was barely a child of 20 and 3
:Chorus line 2: Oh, tell him young ladies go and tell him for me, he can marry
the mermaid that lives in the sea

I was faithful and waited while he went to sea
:Chorus line 1:
For I knew we'd be wedded my Jackie and me
:Chorus line 2:

Captain Jack met a mermaid when he went to sea
:Chorus line 1:
In the blink of an eye he forgot about me
:Chorus line 2:

I was blessed in his eyes, his beautiful maid
I loved him it's true this is hell he repaid
When he sent back his crew with a question for me
"May I marry this mermaid that lives in the sea"
Spoken: What would you do?
Spoken: Give him the boot!

Now a girl of the land has two legs you can see
And her treasures between them to find easily
But a mermaids a fish from the waist to the ground
And in fish such a treasure can never be found
Spoken: So I said "Yes"

Now my Jackie has left in the deep of the Gale
For to marry some sea-slut with crabs on her tail
Now he wails on the rocks for he found much to late
That the creatures devotion and man cannot mate

Captain Jack is an asshole it's easy to see
:Chorus line 1: All the youn ladies go and kiss him goodbye
For he left all his gold and his best friend with me
:Chorus line 2: Tell him young ladies go and tell him for me he can freeze off
his balls in the cold northern sea
:Chorus line 2: Tell him young ladies go and tell him for me he can freeze off
his balls in the cold norther sea


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or develop a morbid fear of the 'rm' commmand!
From: Andy McDowell -- Slackware Mod Quote - Vol. V

On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 07:18:11 -0700, William Hunt wrote:
> lock up your daughters and bury your gold,
> it's International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day
> coming Sunday September 19.

Ahoy Cap'n Bill! Fetch me some more grog! Drink up me hearties!
Arrrrrr!

Well we jus' had a gale blow thru these parts, cut me offline it did,
arrrrrr! Tied up the sails and battened down th' hatches, an' we rode
'er through smartly. The lad from the cable sailed 'is schooner up th'
cove and rigged 'er up as good as new. Arrrrrr!

> Argh!

Arrrrrr, that's arrrrrrr, me bucko. "Argh" is when ye jab yerself in
th' eye with yer new hook, after some scurvy bilge rat cuts ye with a
lucky swing o' th' cutlass.
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On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 08:07:19 -0700, Keith Keller wrote:

> On 2004-09-17, William Hunt <wjh@huntbros.net> wrote:
>>
>> lock up your daughters and bury your gold,
>> it's International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day
>> coming Sunday September 19.
>>
>> http://www.talklikeapirate.com
>
> An old and not-so-good chestnut:
>
> What's a pirate's favourite computer language?
>
> (all together now)
>
> R!

Another oldy:

What did the pirate say when he saw the Mona Lisa?

Arrrrr.......t

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Quidquid latine dictum sit, altum viditur.

On Friday 17 September 2004 02:59 pm, +Alan Hicks+ did deign to grace us
with the following:
>
> Then one day she swam away and I sang to the clams and the whales,
> I missed her fins and her seaweed hair and the silver shine of her scales.
> And then her sister, she swam by and set my heart awhirl.
> 'Cause her upper part was an ugly fish but the bottom part was a girl!
> Yeah!
>
> Her toes were pink and rosey and her knees are smooth and pale.
> And her legs they are a work of art, and I love that girl with all my
> heart. I don't give a damn about the upper part, and that's how I end my
> tail.
>
Arrr! And ye'll be knowin', them mare-maids, they might be pretty
to look at in the face, but let me tell you, matey, don't ever try the
Frenchie style, unless ye want ol' Long John Silver to be just mermaid
food! Arrr!

Ahoy!
Rich

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In alt.os.linux.slackware, Quasipsyco dared to utter,
> Now a girl of the land has two legs you can see
> And her treasures between them to find easily
> But a mermaids a fish from the waist to the ground
> And in fish such a treasure can never be found

Arrr! Then how do fish mate, matey? Not that I e'er seen me a male fish
an' could prove it to ye. I did once hook me a Bennita that fought like
a man. Give me this here peg-leg I got.

Oh? What's that? 'ow does a ten pound fish take off ye leg? Well I tell
ye! Damned fish drug me under 'e did, an' got the line tangled all
'round me ole leg. I didn't have me nuttin' ta do but cut the line er
drown, so I chose ta drown! Damn Davy Jones Locker I wanted that fish!
'twasn't ta be though, fer a shark come and took me Bennita an' then
took me leg to ta teach me that sometimes it be better ta let go.

'Course havin' a peg leg like this ain't all that bad. Whene'er I'm in
port the beauties are all over me like a school of snapper. Arrrr! I
jest tell 'em that ain't the only thing I got that's long an' hard as a
ship's mast! ARRRR!

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It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
Ecclesiastes 7:5
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On Sun, 19 Sep 2004, /dev/rob0 wrote:
> On Fri, 17 Sep 2004 07:18:11 -0700, William Hunt wrote:
>> lock up your daughters and bury your gold,
>> it's International Talk-Like-A-Pirate Day
>> coming Sunday September 19.
>
> Ahoy Cap'n Bill! Fetch me some more grog! Drink up me hearties!
> Arrrrrr!
>
> Well we jus' had a gale blow thru these parts, cut me offline it did,
> arrrrrr! Tied up the sails and battened down th' hatches, an' we rode
> 'er through smartly. The lad from the cable sailed 'is schooner up th'
> cove and rigged 'er up as good as new. Arrrrrr!

Ahoy Capn Rob! and now don't it warm me cold black heart to see the
good ship room101 afloat on these fair seas. So you emptied your store
of grog riding out a wee hurricane, did you, 'ey? welll i'll have me
quartermaster break out a cask of the best Jamaican rum and if you and
your crew row the longboat over, we'll have a fine time, dance a jig and
sing a few songs:

When I was a little boy me daddy told me boldy, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!
That if i did not kiss the girls me lips would grow all mouldy, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!
way haul away, we're bound for better weather, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!

And when I was but seventeen I had meself a native queen
way haul away, haul away joe!
Her highness' breasts were big as kegs, she wore her crown between her legs
way haul away, haul away joe!
way haul away, we're bound for better weather, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!

And then I had a Spanish girl, and she was fat and lazy, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!
But what she did to me at night it damned near drove me crazy, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!
way haul away, we're bound for better weather, hey!
way haul away, haul away joe!

Arrrr!

Me loyal spies tell me that King Billy Gates treasure ship is in these
waters now. Surely her hold is laden with nothing more than worhtless
service packs, but me loyal spies tell me he uses gold bullion for ballast.
His ship wallows deep in the water, like a pig in a puddle, she cannot out
maneuver my swift linux frigate! We set sail on the tide and we'll take
her in the Passage. Then we'll make a pretty fight alright!

Arrrrr!







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Fire the Liars - Impeach Bush and Cheney!
Prosecute the criminals - Indict Rumsfeld and Ashcroft!
Corruption starts at the top.

William Hunt, Portland Oregon USA

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Hicks, Alan
188 Shady Dale Dr
Lizella, GA 31052
478-935-8132

+Alan Hicks+ <alan@lizella.network> wrote:
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> In alt.os.linux.slackware, Quasipsyco dared to utter,
>> Now a girl of the land has two legs you can see
>> And her treasures between them to find easily
>> But a mermaids a fish from the waist to the ground
>> And in fish such a treasure can never be found
>
> Arrr! Then how do fish mate, matey? Not that I e'er seen me a male fish
> an' could prove it to ye. I did once hook me a Bennita that fought like
> a man. Give me this here peg-leg I got.
>
> Oh? What's that? 'ow does a ten pound fish take off ye leg? Well I tell
> ye! Damned fish drug me under 'e did, an' got the line tangled all
> 'round me ole leg. I didn't have me nuttin' ta do but cut the line er
> drown, so I chose ta drown! Damn Davy Jones Locker I wanted that fish!
> 'twasn't ta be though, fer a shark come and took me Bennita an' then
> took me leg to ta teach me that sometimes it be better ta let go.
>
> 'Course havin' a peg leg like this ain't all that bad. Whene'er I'm in
> port the beauties are all over me like a school of snapper. Arrrr! I
> jest tell 'em that ain't the only thing I got that's long an' hard as a
> ship's mast! ARRRR!
>
> - --
> It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
> Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
> Ecclesiastes 7:5
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In alt.os.linux.slackware, William Hunt dared to utter,
> Me loyal spies tell me that King Billy Gates treasure ship is in these
> waters now. Surely her hold is laden with nothing more than worhtless
> service packs, but me loyal spies tell me he uses gold bullion for ballast.
> His ship wallows deep in the water, like a pig in a puddle, she cannot out
> maneuver my swift linux frigate! We set sail on the tide and we'll take
> her in the Passage. Then we'll make a pretty fight alright!

Me hearties caught her trail in the Port Eighty. She's an Independent
Indonesian Ship, fifth model[0] as I recall. Takin' her weren't much oh
a challenge. We took her a prize but foun' she weren't worth much the
takin'. Kept crashing into rocks every day when her explorer froze an'
it weren't even cold out! Arrr.

We scuttled that filthy pile of barnacles an' sank her ta Davy Jone's
Locker. Last I heard some desert Indians were gonna replace her. Called
themselves Apache they did. Arrrr, makes ye wonder how shitty ye are
when a buncha desert savages make a better ship than ye.

[0] IIS 5.0

- --
It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
Ecclesiastes 7:5
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Hicks, Alan
188 Shady Dale Dr
Lizella, GA 31052
478-935-8132

+Alan Hicks+ <alan@lizella.network> wrote:
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> In alt.os.linux.slackware, William Hunt dared to utter,
>> Me loyal spies tell me that King Billy Gates treasure ship is in these
>> waters now. Surely her hold is laden with nothing more than worhtless
>> service packs, but me loyal spies tell me he uses gold bullion for ballast.
>> His ship wallows deep in the water, like a pig in a puddle, she cannot out
>> maneuver my swift linux frigate! We set sail on the tide and we'll take
>> her in the Passage. Then we'll make a pretty fight alright!
>
> Me hearties caught her trail in the Port Eighty. She's an Independent
> Indonesian Ship, fifth model[0] as I recall. Takin' her weren't much oh
> a challenge. We took her a prize but foun' she weren't worth much the
> takin'. Kept crashing into rocks every day when her explorer froze an'
> it weren't even cold out! Arrr.
>
> We scuttled that filthy pile of barnacles an' sank her ta Davy Jone's
> Locker. Last I heard some desert Indians were gonna replace her. Called
> themselves Apache they did. Arrrr, makes ye wonder how shitty ye are
> when a buncha desert savages make a better ship than ye.
>
> [0] IIS 5.0
>
> - --
> It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise,
> Than for a man to hear the song of fools.
> Ecclesiastes 7:5
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