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