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  • Volker Boelsch
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    Last night at the kays
    (Der Autor dieser bisher unveröffentlichen Geschichte hat den Abdruck genehmigt)

    T'was a new ship in the harbour today. As I went walkin' to the public house, just like I do ev'ry day, I saw it: a small pinnace, old and shabby. So I says to myself, Stan, says I, whyn't you go have a look? Jus' when I thought nobody's aboard, the ol' capt'n came climbing from his cabin. Up he spoke, "Ey-yo!" says he, "come on in, young lad!" So there I sat and he told me his stories, how his wife died last fall, and now she lays at the bottom of the sea, and how his boys, all strong and fine, got them ships of their own and are now sailin' the oceans.

    I did leave as I was yearning for a pint of porter, an' as I goes from the ship t'is pitch dark and late and the bleedin' pub is closed. So there am I, walkin' home cold sober and thinkin' about me life of me own. Never took a woman for t'be my wife and never had no kids. I sure took many-a-lass for a night or two and left broken hearts behind, rather spent me time drinkin'.

    Next day I says to myself, Stan, says I, whyn't you go look if the ol' capt'n was still there. I found him, dead over an ole bottle of Poitín. I'd have shared a drop, but I don't have dealings with the dead, I don't. 'Tis some respect, I must add.

    So I walks off the ship for my pint but thinkin' again. As I turns around once more I see the ship has vanished.
    • 29 Oct 2004, 04:00 am
  • Andrew Lacy
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    Re: Last night at the kays
    What a funny mixture of dialects, more Yorkshire than Dublin I would suggest
    aber der Gedanke an Guinness und Poitin macht mich durstig :-)

    Volker Boelsch schrieb am 29/10/2004, 04:00:
    (Der Autor dieser bisher unveröffentlichen Geschichte hat den Abdruck genehmigt)
     
    T'was a new ship in the harbour today. As I went walkin' to the public house, just like I do ev'ry day, I saw it: a small pinnace, old and shabby. So I says to myself, Stan, says I, whyn't you go have a look? Jus' when I thought nobody's aboard, the ol' capt'n came climbing from his cabin. Up he spoke, "Ey-yo!" says he, "come on in, young lad!" So there I sat and he told me his stories, how his wife died last fall, and now she lays at the bottom of the sea, and how his boys, all strong and fine, got them ships of their own and are now sailin' the oceans.
     
    I did leave as I was yearning for a pint of porter, an' as I goes from the ship t'is pitch dark and late and the bleedin' pub is closed. So there am I, walkin' home cold sober and thinkin' about me life of me own. Never took a woman for t'be my wife and never had no kids. I sure took many-a-lass for a night or two and left broken hearts behind, rather spent me time drinkin'.
     
    Next day I says to myself, Stan, says I, whyn't you go look if the ol' capt'n was still there. I found him, dead over an ole bottle of Poitín. I'd have shared a drop, but I don't have dealings with the dead, I don't. 'Tis some respect, I must add.
     
    So I walks off the ship for my pint but thinkin' again. As I turns around once more I see the ship has vanished.
    • 29 Nov 2004, 11:44 am
  • Volker Boelsch
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    Re^2: Last night at the kays
    Oh well what do we continentals really know about English Accents? Good enough it was funny...

    Andrew Lacy schrieb am 29/11/2004, 12:44:
    What a funny mixture of dialects, more Yorkshire than Dublin I would suggest
    aber der Gedanke an Guinness und Poitin macht mich durstig :-)
    • 16 Jan 2005, 09:09 am
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