NAGROM ONCE ASKED ME IF I HAD EVER HAD SOME OF THEM QUINT LITTLE CAKES THAT THE QUEEN MOM LIKES THAT YOU GET IN THOSE NICE LITTLE TEASHOPS WITH THE LACE TABLE CLOTHS
OVER IN ENGLAND
I JUST BURST OUT LAUGHING HE WAS A REAL NICE GUY I'M GUNA MISS HIM SO MUCH HE WAS THE SALT OF THE EARTH YOU NEVER HEARD HIM COMPLAIN ABOUT HIS ILLNESS HE JUST TOOK IT IN IS STRIDE HE WAS ONE TUFF OLD BUZZARD
IT WAS A PLEASURE & PRIVILEGE TO KNOW HIM
The minstrel boy to the war has gone,
In the ranks of death you'll find him;
His father's sword he hath girded on,
And his wild harp slung behind him;
"Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
(Should) "Tho' all the world betrays thee,
One sword, at least, thy rights shall guard,
One faithful harp shall praise thee!"
The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
Could not bring that proud soul under;
The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
For he tore its chords asunder;
And said "No chains shall sully thee,
Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
Thy songs were made for the pure and free
They shall never sound in slavery!
REGARDS blackswan40 AKA UPHOLDER
HERES A SONG FOR A BRAVE MARINE