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October 29th, 2004


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02:45 pm - Chronarchy.Com
Woops. Updated my website. I swear, I just slipped and it happened.

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Current Mood: accomplished
Current Music: "Truckstop Salvation", -JB

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From:aicerno
Date:October 29th, 2004 12:46 pm (UTC)
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I was reading your website, and running across the dictionary You have; here's another definition of fark:

"Fark, noun: 1. An old crotchety man, who's really fun to be with, and a member of the Ninth PA Civil War living history association url: http://www.9thprc.org. 2. A person who likes to dress up in a hodgepodge of clothes giving a vague semblance to either a Union or Confederate Military uniform, or Victorian civilian wear and insists that that is authentic to the period of 1840-1870, despite its having a J Crew label on the inside. Likes to fire guns on weekends, and go camping to events; but generally keeps their knowledge at a superficial level (somewhat but not entirely similar to the fluffbunnies). See also, "Weekend warrior." "
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From:chronarchy
Date:October 29th, 2004 12:48 pm (UTC)
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Haha. That's great. I'll have to add it next time around :) Thanks!
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From:aicerno
Date:October 31st, 2004 05:44 pm (UTC)
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Quite welcome.

*Chuckling* As for your musing about looking forward to the end of the rite, being sung to the tune of "The Ants go Marching on," the tune itself comes from a much older traditional Irish song that is debated having been created during the Crimean war, but is historically credited to being written by a U.S. General named Gallagher (himself a recent immigrant from Ireland) around 1856. Some variations have the woman asking the man why he ran off from her and the child. Either way it talks about the distress of war, the related tune is "When Johny comes Marching Home."

http://www.ireland-information.com/irishmusic/johnnyihardlyknewye.shtml

Lyrics: "Johny, I hardly knew you."

While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy, hurroo, hurroo
While goin' the road to sweet Athy
A stick in me hand and a drop in me eye
A doleful damsel I heard cry,
Johnny I hardly knew ye.
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns, hurroo, hurroo
With your drums and guns and drums and guns
The enemy nearly slew ye
Oh my darling dear, Ye look so queer
Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your eyes that were so mild
When my heart you so beguiled
Why did ye run from me and the child
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run, hurroo, hurroo
Where are your legs that used to run
When you went for to carry a gun
Indeed your dancing days are done
Oh Johnny, I hardly knew ye.

I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home, hurroo, hurroo
I'm happy for to see ye home
All from the island of Sulloon
So low in flesh, so high in bone
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg, hurroo, hurroo
Ye haven't an arm, ye haven't a leg
Ye're an armless, boneless, chickenless egg
Ye'll have to put with a bowl out to beg
Oh Johnny I hardly knew ye.

They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again, hurroo, hurroo
They're rolling out the guns again
But they never will take our sons again
No they never will take our sons again
Johnny I'm swearing to ye.

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