What would your horse say?

Mike007 said:
Singing from Fritz,s stable



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Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Alles schläft; einsam wacht
Nur das traute hochheilige Paar.
Holder Knabe im lockigen Haar,
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!
Schlaf in himmlischer Ruh!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Hirten erst kundgemacht
Durch der Engel Halleluja,
Tönt es laut von fern und nah:
Christ, der Retter ist da!
Christ, der Retter ist da!

Stille Nacht, heilige Nacht,
Gottes Sohn, o wie lacht
Lieb' aus deinem göttlichen Mund,
Da uns schlägt die rettende Stund'.
Christ, in deiner Geburt!
Christ, in deiner Geburt!
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Bob ,having had a few too many Guinesses then bursts into song

It was Christmas Eve babe
In the drunk tank
An old man said to me, won't see another one
And then he sang a song
The Rare Old Mountain Dew
I turned my face away
And dreamed about you

Got on a lucky one
Came in at ten to one
I've got a feeling
This year's for me and you
So Happy Christmas
I love you baby
I can see a better time
When all our dreams come true

They've got cars big as bars
They've got rivers of gold
But the wind goes right through you
It's no place for the old
When you first took my hand
On a cold Christmas Eve
You promised me
Broadway was waiting for me

You were handsome
You were pretty
Queen of New York City
When the band finished playing
They howled out for more
Sinatra was swinging,
All the drunks they were singing
We kissed on a corner
Then danced through the night

The boys of the NYPD choir
Were singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day

You're a bum
You're a punk
You're an old slut on junk
Lying there almost dead on a drip in that bed
You scumbag, you maggot
You cheap lousy faggot
Happy Christmas your arse
I pray God it's our last

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells were ringing out
For Christmas day


I could have been someone
Well so could anyone
You took my dreams from me
When I first found you
I kept them with me babe
I put them with my own
Can't make it all alone
I've built my dreams around you

The boys of the NYPD choir
Still singing "Galway Bay"
And the bells are ringing out
For Christmas Day
 
Aaah so Sur, me arld Irish slapper would be likin' dis I tink....just you be carryin' on wit the arld singin' and she'll be yer friend for life, so she will Sur for sure!

PS Apologies to all Irish friends for this...'tis Xmas afterall!!
 
T would say 'Hiyaaaaa! What you doin'? WHAT YOU DOIN'? HIYA!'
Tb girl would say 'Oh, must you be so stupid? Yes, yes, lovely to see you, now go away, I'm sleeping'
Shire x Tb would say 'What? What? I don't understand? What? Me? When? Now? I don't understand'

S :D

And LS - no more room for cobs in Hades...the smell of all those singed feathers is uphauling :p :D
 
The big girl would be very polite, but probably slightly puzzled (think Margot in the Good Life)
The old Black and White Cob, would probably tell me that I may make a horse keeper eventually, but not in her life time.
The Pony would say she wants to live in the building with the other three.
The Appy would chatter on about whatever happened to be on her mind at the time, quite possibly wanting to know why we have not been out of the property for four weeks!
 
Sunny: can I have thirds please mum?
Bridie: can I have thirds please mum?
Molly: can I have thirds please mum?
Lady: can I have thirds please mum?
Robbie the Lost Homing Pigeon: can I have thirds please mum?
Tinker the rescued Yard Cat: can I have thirds please mum?
Husband: can I have thirds please darling?

Unfortunately, I have a rare illness. The incurable and distressing "Mother Bird Syndrome" where every time sufferers see an open mouth (or beak) they have an irresistible urge to stuff food in it. Ho hum.
 
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