Dive with Greg II - Honey, I'm home!

This turn reminds me of an old Appalachian Folk Song.
Here's one variation (of many) on the lyrics...just get out your
dulcimer:


Five Nights Drunk


The other night when I came home as drunk as I could be;
I found a horse in the stable, where my horse ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come that horse in the stable pillow where my horse ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't blamely see?
That's only a milking cow my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
A saddle on a milking cow I never did see before.


Well, I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
Found a hat on my hat rack where my hat ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come that hat on the hat rack where my hat ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
That's only a milkpail my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
But a JB Stetson milkpail I never did see before.


Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
Found a coat on the coat-rack where my coat ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come that coat on the coat-rack where my coat ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
That's only a blanket my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
But buttons on a blanket I never did see before.


Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
Found some boots under my bed where my boots ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come those boots under my bed where my boots ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
That's only a bed pan my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
But spurs on a bed pan I never did see before.


Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
Found some pants on the dresser where my pants ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come those pants on the dresser where my pants ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
That's only a dish rag my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
But a zipper on a dish rag I never did see before.


Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
Found a head on the pillow where my head ought to be.

Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
How come that head on the pillow where my head ought to be.

You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
That's only a cabbage my granny sent to me.

I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
But whiskers on a cabbage I never did see before.


-hh

Thats a keeper.


"-hh" <recscuba_google@huntzinger.com> wrote in message
news:1149242836.294596.12960@g10g2000cwb.googlegro ups.com...
> This turn reminds me of an old Appalachian Folk Song.
> Here's one variation (of many) on the lyrics...just get out your
> dulcimer:
>
>
> Five Nights Drunk
>
>
> The other night when I came home as drunk as I could be;
> I found a horse in the stable, where my horse ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come that horse in the stable pillow where my horse ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't blamely see?
> That's only a milking cow my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> A saddle on a milking cow I never did see before.
>
>
> Well, I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
> Found a hat on my hat rack where my hat ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come that hat on the hat rack where my hat ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
> That's only a milkpail my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> But a JB Stetson milkpail I never did see before.
>
>
> Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
> Found a coat on the coat-rack where my coat ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come that coat on the coat-rack where my coat ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
> That's only a blanket my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> But buttons on a blanket I never did see before.
>
>
> Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
> Found some boots under my bed where my boots ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come those boots under my bed where my boots ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
> That's only a bed pan my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> But spurs on a bed pan I never did see before.
>
>
> Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
> Found some pants on the dresser where my pants ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come those pants on the dresser where my pants ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
> That's only a dish rag my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> But a zipper on a dish rag I never did see before.
>
>
> Now I came home the other night, drunk as I could be;
> Found a head on the pillow where my head ought to be.
>
> Oh, come my wife, my pretty little wife, explain this thing to me
> How come that head on the pillow where my head ought to be.
>
> You blind fool, you drunken fool, can't you never see?
> That's only a cabbage my granny sent to me.
>
> I've traveled this wide world over, a hundred miles or more,
> But whiskers on a cabbage I never did see before.
>
>
> -hh
>

Lee Bell wrote:
> "Scott" wrote
>
>
>>Red snapper, ling cod, king salmon and halibut.
>
>
> Salmon, any salmon, sucks.

Then you've never tried beach-smoked Arctic Salmon

JF

-hh wrote:
> This turn reminds me of an old Appalachian Folk Song.
<snip>

I believe that there is an Irish / Celtic Folk Song version that
predates it...

http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics...n_Nights.shtml

I think I'd like to hear it actually sung.

Lee

"Grumman-581" <grumman581@gmail.com> wrote in message
news:1149261251.029332.321410@h76g2000cwa.googlegr oups.com...
> -hh wrote:
>> This turn reminds me of an old Appalachian Folk Song.
> <snip>
>
> I believe that there is an Irish / Celtic Folk Song version that
> predates it...
>
> http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics...n_Nights.shtml
>

Lee Bell wrote:
> "John Francis" wrote
>
>
>>>>Red snapper, ling cod, king salmon and halibut.
>
>
>>>Salmon, any salmon, sucks.
>
>
>>Then you've never tried beach-smoked Arctic Salmon
>
>
> I'm a warm water diver, remember?
>
> Lee
>
You'd love Tobermory.

JF

In article <1149299400.373696.140690@y43g2000cwc.googlegroups .com>,
grumman581@gmail.com says...
> Lee Bell wrote:
> > Sunday's now officially open.
>
> Dove with Dixie Divers again today... The second dive was supposed to
> be some sort of series of 5 tugs... I missed them and got to see a lot
> of sand... Eventually stumbled across a reef and followed it awhile...
> Had a bit of deco on the first dive, so I readlined pretty damn quickly
> on the 2nd dive... All in all, the 2nd dive wasn't probably worth
> getting off the boat for... Right now, I've got a throbbing headache...
> Probably caffeine withdrawal... About time to start heading back north
> unfortunately...

We did that dive on Monday, and saw everything. you didn't miss much. At
the end of the wrecks, you hit the back side of the third reef, which is
probably where you enbded up.

Al Wells wrote:
> We did that dive on Monday, and saw everything. you didn't miss much. At
> the end of the wrecks, you hit the back side of the third reef, which is
> probably where you enbded up.

The reef I found was nice enough... Around 100 ft or so... I redlined
my dive computer pretty damn quickly... I stayed down a bit longer and
just made it a deco dive... The water temp was nice, so I just decided
to hang on the float line and slowly ascend... Had to work at it to
even use up one of my tanks... Evenually got it down to about 250 psi
and switched over to the other tank for the last 40 ft of ascent...
Seems that everyone else was wearing at least a 3mm wetsuit... The
water temp was perfect for shorts and a t-shirt, so that's all I
wore... Time to start getting ready to head back towards Houston, I
guess... Probably will be leaving out of here early Sunday...

All in all, it's been a fun vacation... Good diving, good weather (more
or less), and good company...

"John Francis" <johnfrancis@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
news:bb%fg.1820$Su3.156683@news20.bellglobal.com.. .
> Lee Bell wrote:
> > "John Francis" wrote
> >
> >
> >>>>Red snapper, ling cod, king salmon and halibut.
> >
> >
> >>>Salmon, any salmon, sucks.
> >
> >
> >>Then you've never tried beach-smoked Arctic Salmon
> >
> >
> > I'm a warm water diver, remember?
> >
> > Lee
> >
> You'd love Tobermory.

Maybe. But probably not for the diving.

chilly wrote:
> "John Francis" <johnfrancis@sympatico.ca> wrote in message
> news:bb%fg.1820$Su3.156683@news20.bellglobal.com.. .
>
>>Lee Bell wrote:
>>
>>>"John Francis" wrote
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>>>>Red snapper, ling cod, king salmon and halibut.
>>>
>>>
>>>>>Salmon, any salmon, sucks.
>>>
>>>
>>>>Then you've never tried beach-smoked Arctic Salmon
>>>
>>>
>>>I'm a warm water diver, remember?
>>>
>>>Lee
>>>
>>
>>You'd love Tobermory.
>
>
> Maybe. But probably not for the diving.


The wrecks are great and the water was rather dark and foreboding 41
last time I visited, oh, and it was raining, the cascade was super slow
and the boat was overcrowded. What's not to love?

JF