Of course I loves ya darling
You're a bloody top notch bird
And when I say yer gorgeous
I means every single word
So yer ass is on the big side
I don't mind a bit of flab
It means that when I'm ready
There's somethin there to grab
So yer belly isn't flat no more
I tell ya, I don't care
So long as when I cuddle ya
I can get my arms round dere
No woman yer age
Has a nice round perky bust
They just gave in to gravity
But I know ya did what ya must
I'm tellin ya the truth now
I never tells ya lies
I think its very sexy
Dat you've got dimples on yer thighs
I swear on me grannies grave
From the moment that we met
I thought you was as good as
I was ever gonna get
No matter what you look like
I'll always love ya dear
Now shut up while the hockey's on
And get me a nudder beer.
H/T Pete H
Monday 4 January 2010
Newfie Love Poem
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Standish O'Grady immigrated to Canada, wrote some poems, and went back to Ireland, though the link wants to believe he stayed and probably froze somewhere in Canada.
From "The Emigrant" (1842)
The lank Canadian eager trims his fire,
And all around their simpering stoves retire;
With fur clad friends their progenies abound,
And thus regale their buffaloes around;
Unlettered race, how few the number tells,
Their only pride a cariole and bells!
To mirth or mourning, thus by folly led,
To mix in pleasure or to chaunt the dead!
To seek the chapel prostrate to adore,
Or leave their fathers’ coffins at the door!
Perchance they revel; still around they creep,
And talk, and smoke, and spit, and drink and sleep!
poem.
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