Jerry T Curtis Poet Ballad

Finn, Me and Mcgee

Me un Finn came  'round

In what did we found

The Pub, wid a very large lock

Aye keep the key where no one cann see

Said our find mate, Erik McJock

So, let us awl in, out spurted  Finn

Cus drinkin' is what were intendin' 

Then  McJock with  wide  eyes

Said out with a cry, "Ow much

You intend apon spendin' "

Well don't look at me

Said Wee luck Mcgee

I've been tapped out fur mo than a week

So I looked awl around and instinctively found

No one wanted teh speak

I said "Dats just fine"

And in lew of badd times

I reached  for my purse at my side,

"Bot it 'ad  large 'ole

Wer der money should go

So,I quess I'll be sayin Goodby"

"I say not so fast"

Came MacJocks voice alas

As he magically conjured da key

I'll bye you one drink, an don't be a Fink

"Cause dat awl you'd be gettin' for free

"You're a Lads lad " said Finn

As he barged 'is way in

Leadin' the mob to the bar

MacJock went 'round and set glasses down

Den Produced a very large jar

We all looked at da jar

Und we awl scratched our 'eads

In wonderin' what it moight be

Bot we was unable, for it hadn't a label

And it certainly was"t white tea

Den MacJock took the vessel

Und stringently wrestled 

Da lid dat was on wicked toight

Und as we grew near, we awl shared da fear

Dat it moightn't be enought for da night

Bot MacJock Was agreeing 

Da whot we were seein'

Was aged in an old crock

One of these be, equal to three

Of da best stuff  'e 'ad in stock

So MacJock poured the first

To quench old Finn's thirst

Then he poured one for me and the fellers 

There in my ear he said it quiet clear

"I keep the best stuff down here in the cellar"

Finn was da first

For betta or worst

To shoot down the shot

'E was eye'n

Den Wee luk McGee

Said "As long as it's free

I don't mind a bit dat I'm try'n "

The other lads, now

Pressed a glass to dier brow

In salute to dier Patron MacJock

Dey den knocked dem awl back

Gave the bar a loud whack 

While findin' it to  'ard teh talk

It went down quite easy

Din made us all queazy 

And as soon as I was able teh speak

I ask Ol' MacJock

What da heck's in dat crock

As I stilt felt the flush in me cheeks

MacJock gave a laugh, in his chair he reeled back

And gave a good slap on his knee

Then turned to pour, each member one more

Which almost knocked over McGee

McGee started off

With a wee nervous cough 

Din stuttered out a few words

"As long as you're  buyin' Dere's no use denyin'

I must let a notch out me gird

We all stood there slapin'

McGees back and laughin'

As we slowly lifted our drinks

I'll make a grand toast

Said I to our 'ost

And  gave old MacJock a wink

I said It is true

No utter wid do

Wot MacJock as dun fur us

So let's us salute 

That big tall gallute 

So din pour us another he must

Every time, dat he poured

There appeared a bit more

Of dat nectar, contained by the jar

Bot we didna take notice

Of the chance of sclerosis

There's no way we were leave'in da bar

MacJock kept on serving

Widout need of conserving

Dere seem to be plenty for awl

And he quickly would pour

Not a glass he'd ignored

When one of us lads made the call
.................................................. to be continued

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