English Tory Considers Internment of Irish Horses in Occupied Ireland

 international | animal rights | photo-essay  Thursday April 19, 2012 19:57 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

Brian Faulkner the last Prime Minster of Occupied Ireland like the present autocrat, the unelected English Tory, Owen Paterson was an committed foxhunter. Faulkner lived in Highlands Estate, near the village of Seaforde and surrounded himself and his family like Paterson today, with the heavy security presence of the disgraced Ulster Defence Regiment, while Paterson uses their renamed successors, the Royal Irish Rangers for whom he raised a huge sum of money riding in the worlds most horse cruel race of 1,000 kilometers over 10 days in the Mongolian Derby last Summer. Faulkner who was ultra security conscious had every room in his house leading to another, with panic buttons everywhere. Despite all of this his horse of fenian pedigree got him.

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Brian Faulkner the last Prime Minster of Occupied Ireland like the present autocrat, the unelected English Tory, Owen Paterson was a committed foxhunter. Faulkner lived in Highlands Estate, near the village of Seaforde and surrounded himself and his family like Paterson today, with the heavy the security presence of the disgraced Ulster Defence Regiment, while Paterson uses their renamed successors, the Royal Irish Rangers, for whom he raised a huge sum of money, riding in the worlds most cruel horse race of 1,000 kilometers over 10 days in the Mongolian Derby last Summer. Faulkner who was ultra security conscious, had every room in his house leading to another, with panic buttons everywhere. Despite all of this, his horse of fenian pedigree got him.


Forty years ago, Faulkner introduced internment without trial, which detonated the troubles up to the present day, leading to a much touted peace agreement, with supposed de-miltarization and a host of other broken promises, the British have reneged on, along with the blood huntsman's re-introduction of internment without trial, a military tactic of the last resort, used on a civilian population in wartime. It certainly does not belong with promises of de-militariszation. Just as people were starting to compromise, the internment of Marian Price, along with several other interned Irish republican prisoners, has inflamed and enraged many people worldwide again.


Lord Faulkner who hunted and sadistically organized the ripping of foxes to shreds, died on 3 March 1977 at the age of 56, when he broke his neck, when his horse threw him, while fox hunting at Saintfield, County Down. His Lordship of twenty-four days of Her Majesty's bestowed life peerage, was the the shortest-living peer in history. Paterson who is also 56 and has stoutly defended foxhunting in the House of Commoners, while maintaining it in Occupied Ireland, will be hoping for a peerage to match the family of British nobility he married into. However he hasalso overuled the Queen's pardon of Marian Price, claiming to have lost or shredded it for the first time in the history of Royal pardons. Paterson along with his English Tory Police Chief Baggott are reported to be considering the internment of Irish horses as a precautionary measure and an example to any other politicized Irish horses, with a fenian pedigree or otherwise.


This unelected Tory who has also overruled Her Majesty's judiciary on two separate occasion who had ordered the release of Marian Price, deciding she posed no danger to the public. He has also overruled Stormont who had the audacity to  try to ban the brutal activity of foxhunting but Paterson used his autocratic power in Ireland to maintain this cruel activity for his Tory gentry horsey set in Occupied Ireland.


His fellow English Tory Matt Baggot, who is the born again virgin chief of the paramilitary police, enforcing Paterson's dictat to kidnap Marian Price and her Irish republican comrades in their own land without any judicial or political remit, is also a wild life criminal. Baggot too likes to follow Paterson around, along with first minister Robinson, who also likes hunting, shooting and fishing at places like Ballywalter, where they like to watch Paterson sporting his favourite colours pink. It still remains an Official Secret, whether McGuinness is a foxhunter, besides his other hunting activities but his party have reportedly given it a nod and a wink with token opposition.
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If you disagree with foxes being ripped apart by sadistic horsey gentry in Occupied Ireland, then you can let Paterson's friends know at:


East Down Hunt website, East Down Foxhounds, North Down Hunt, Dungannon Foxhounds, South Tyrone Foxhounds, Killultagh, Old Rock and Chichester Foxhounds or the Iveagh Foxhounds.


If on the other hand you disagree with Irish people being interned without trial indefinitely, in their own land by unelected English Tories, then you can Google, CAUSES Marian Price.


Below are the lyrics of the song Long Kesh, engraved in Irish folk memory, of Faulkner's infamous crime in song, which can be found on YouTube.


Long Kesh


There is a place just outside Lisburn
It´s a place that´s known to few
Where a group of Irish rebels
Are held by Faulkner´s crew
There are forced to live in cages
Like the inmates of Bellevue
But the spirit of 1916
Will always see them through


The men in this vile place
They come from far and near
Some from the Derry Bogside
And Omagh town so near
And some of them from Belfast
From the Markets and the Falls
From the narrow streets of Ardoyne
And all around Tyrone


On that black day in August
When Faulkner showed his hand
He thought that by internment
He could break our gallant band
But the boys from Ballymurphy
How they showed the way that night
How they taught those English soldiers
How Irishmen could fight


Long Kesh it´s known to everyone
The system must be broke
Ardoyne, the New Lodge and the Falls
Will see the system choke
No more the Special Powers Act
Those fiends they will invoke
And Long Kesh will be the U stone
On which the system´s broke


A word now Irish people
No matter where you are
Remember our brave rebels
In Long Kesh this year
And by civil disobedience
Or any other way
Let's make a stand until the day
Each one of them are free

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Video Song Long Kesh

Peace Process Without Due Process

 international | rights and freedoms | opinion/analysis  Monday April 16, 2012 23:17 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

John McGuffin an Ulster Anarchist

John McGuffin an Ulster anarchist was cremated 10 years ago on this coming May Day in Belfast. I met John in London almost 40 years ago, when we got drunk together.John was the sole anarchist of the People's Democracy movement of the late sixties and carried alone an anarchist banner on the infamous Burntollet part of the civil rights march which was viciously attacked by Loyalists in and out of uniform. He was interned in 1971, writing a book later, about his experience and about internment in Ireland, followed by another book called 'The Guineapigs', about the torture of political internees of that time

Guinea Pigs LIke Marian Price

John McGuffin and Ulster anarchist was cremated 10 years ago on this coming May Day in Belfast. I met John in London almost 40 years ago, when we got drunk together.John was the sole anarchist of the People's Democracy movement of the late sixties and carried alone an anarchist banner on the infamous Burntollet part of the civil rights march which was viciously attacked by Loyalists in and out of uniform. He was interned in 1971, writing a book later, about his experience and about internment in Ireland, followed by another book called 'The Guineapigs', about the torture of political internees of that time

John was from a Protestant background, who never met a Catholic until he was 18. He had however many libertarians friends from Germany and came from a very political family. His coffin was draped in the anarchist red and black flag or the "Up Down flag" as he called it ! John was contrary and being true to himself not always easy to get along with. I first met John at a Trotskyist get together in London, where he was a respected activist.

His latter book, "The Guineapigs" was about fourteen Irish political prisoners, with whom the British experimented with sensory deprivation torture in 1971. With the return of political Internment without trial this form of torture is still continued particularly with Marian Price held for a year in solitary confinement. Their 'techniques' which were outlawed after Britain was convicted at the International Court of Human Rights at Strasbourg. Britain exported the techniques to its neo-colonies and its commonwealth worldwide. His book published in 1974 was sold out on his first run but was taken off the shelf and censored by the British Government as is today's internment.

Modern torture techniques such as 'Sensory Deprivation' is still being perfected by the British on guineapigs like Marian Price and her comrades for future use against civilians. John McGuffin being an ex-internee himself also spent two years researching the book, where he named the torturers. None of the British Army or RUC were ever convicted of torture or brutality, despite the fact that the British were forced to pay out more than $5 million in compensation to victims of torture.

In his earlier book called 'Internment' in Chapter 7 he wrote:

"THE POLITICS OF INTERNMENT 1971

In the mid-1960's people might have been forgiven for thinking that internment was a thing of the past. (True, the obnoxious Special Powers Acts were still on the Statute Book, but they were in abeyance). Such thinking was not to be right, however. The monolithic structure of Unionism proved incapable of reforming itself under the onslaught of the civil rights campaign. Terence O'Neill might have been able to save the Unionists with his pragmatic approach and his appreciation of the need for change, but their diehard 'not an inch'
backwoodsmen would have none of it. And so the week of 12 - 16 August 1969 saw the old familiar pattern: a police force unable, and, in many cases unwilling,[1] to prevent the sectarian attack upon the Falls Road periphery, led in some cases by the B specials. That month was to see house burning, intimidation and murder — ten civilians dead, including a 9-year-old boy asleep in his bed, shot by a high-velocity Browning machine-gun used with murderous recklessness by the police in their Shorland armoured cars; 145 injured, hundreds of families burnt out of their homes, 90% of them Catholic. Free Derry was born that week. The barricades went up in Belfast. The first steps towards the irrevocable demise of Stormont were taken. And, predictably, men were detained, without charge or trial....."

"But the Unionist hierarchy learn nothing from history. The gangling figure of Chichester Clark, the stand-in PM, shambled off into obscurity as 1970 and 1971 saw an escalation of the violence by the Provisional IRA, themselves a reaction to the attempted 'Loyalist' pogrom of 1969.

On 23 March 1971 Brian Arthur Deane Faulkner achieved his lifelong ambition and became PM. The English press warned that he was the 'last man in'. If he couldn't control the situation, direct rule was a certainty. But despite the obvious immensity of the task, Faulkner was confident.

This was the moment for which he had schemed, intrigued and betrayed, for so long. With a staggering record of disloyalty to previous PMs, he could hardly expect to be trusted or liked, but surely all could agree on his shrewdness and ability.

In fact, Faulkner's intelligence was always greatly over-rated by the media. And his biggest mistake was soon to come. The Sunday Times 'Insight' team claim[2] that "when he took over the issue was not whether internment was to come, but when and on what scale. By then Faulkner had been an advocate of internment inside Chichester Clark's Joint Security Committee, for six months." Whether this is true or not, and on balance it seems a reasonable statement, it is certain that Faulkner had completely failed to learn the lesson of how and when internment 'worked'. He had been Minister for Home Affairs in 1959 under Brookeborough, and, with the help of his trusty aide, the civil servant William Stout, he had been responsible for the implementation of internment, which he apparently felt to be responsible for the defeat of the IRA border campaign. As is made clear already, this just was not so......"

Forty years later in 2012 who would have thought, we would have "Internment" again or a 'Peace Process' without Due Process ! The withdrawal of the SDLP from Stormont was the response of the only Nationalist opposition last time the other sadistic fox hunter Brian Faulkner introduced internment and they established an "Alternative Assembly" in Strabane. Oppostion is still not tolerated within Stormont or without, these days by the unelected Englishman in Ireland Paterson but yet again the SDLP are the only real voices of clarity and passion there, opposing the internment of Marian Price and the jailing of all genuine opponents of British Occupation in Ireland.

Peace and democracy are still the few Brit buzz words not censored but a cursory examination shows that at best they are a satire. Indeed Her Majesty's unelected Paterson with his army of secret service puppet masters at Hollywood, along with his fellow English RUC man Baggot, will not tolerate any Irish opposition to their Irish occupation. Indeed he also employs certain Provo leaders who are well greased, as storm troopers and censors with their bastardized Voltaire version of a dishonourable peace. 

In 1971 Faulkner offered in Stormont to the SDLP a degree of power-sharing. The SDLP have clearly said they were obliged in principle to leave Stormont because Foxhunter Faulkner introduced internment without trial as has his despotic horsey successor. The SDLP curiously are the only party to challenge MI5's along with Paterson and Baggot's absolute control of Stormont who to derive their authority from Her Majesty not mere commoners. However the two Englishmen have presided over the disappearance of Her Majesty's documentation in the instance of Marian Price which is further perverting the course of justice or more appropriately injustice, on the matter. This constitutes criminality carrying a life sentence for non nobility such as commoners. Further, be it Queen's English or plain English they both should be charged with kidnap be they citizens, commoners or the protected species of horsey Tory blood hunters in Occupied Ireland.

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Her Majesty's Mong in Occupied Ireland

 international | anti-war | opinion/analysis  Friday April 13, 2012 12:38 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

Ghengis Khan Rides Again with Mong Paterson Occupied Ireland

During a debate in the House of Commoners sometime ago an elite horsey set Tory and now her Majesty's unelected Secretary of Occupied Ireland, Owen Paterson, likened supporters of legislation to ban cruel foxhunting to Nazis.

Her Majesty's Ghengis Khan Cruelty Occupied Ireland

During a debate in the House of Commoners sometime ago an elite horsey set Tory and now her Majesty's unelected Secretary of Occupied Ireland, Owen Paterson, likened supporters of legislation to ban cruel foxhunting to Nazis. He claimed only 'honest, decent' people went hunting and the alternatives of trapping and snaring were 'hideously cruel'. A ban would do terrible damage to sheep farmers, he said.


Paterson argued hunts drew young people into a 'social network that will last all their lives. Before they troop through the politically correct lobby, brimming with self-righteous bile and spiteful prejudice, they should remember the unhappy precedent of 1936 when the revolting Reichsjaeger Hermann Goering persuaded Hitler to ban hunting." That's right Paterson and Hitler didn't smoke either ! do you ?


"We should not create criminals lightly. No-one gained in Germany then. No-one will now. A ban will be an ominous portent of further freedoms to be lost at the hands of an intolerant majority." Tell that to Marian Price ! Oh compassionate hypocrisy, of the horsey set or Paterson himself, who has seen more foxes being ripped apart by a load of hounds than even Brian Faulkner. Perhaps he might change his mind, if he had a pack of dogs chowing his own knackers off. At least Hitler was a vegetarian, unlike Paterson the Fuhrer of Occupied Ireland, who also dictates internment with torture and without trial. Last Summer this insane, autocratic, sociopath, took himself off to one of the last places on Earth, where sadistic fox hunting is still legal, Outer Mongolia!


Modern sources, say the recognizable feature of a participant in the Mongol world of the most gruelling horse race, is the stench of the riders. No doubt in the instance of Owen Paterson, his hypocrisy on Hitler and quoting his beloved Churchill, who himself described internment without trial as odious, he contributed enormously to the stench. Amir Khuzru a Persian poet described Paterson and his cronies thus; Their eyes are so narrow and piercing that they might bore a hole in steel and their rotten smell more horrible than even the sight of their bodies covered in lice, like sesame growing on a bad soil. Their bodies unsurprisingly are also covered with insects, in this instance carrion.


Paterson and his Mongs eat dogs, horses, foxes, rats, mice, lice and the afterbirth when their mares foal. Mongols cut off an ear from each dead enemy. After a battle in Poland in 1241, they collected nine large sacks of ears and sent them back to Genghis, as proof of victory. One cannot help but wonder if Paterson intends to collect the ear of the interned, censored, tortured Marian Price in British Occupied Ireland for his extended Aristocratic, horsey, Tory family.


Like the British aristocracy that Paterson married into, Mongs often learned how to ride before they learned how to walk. Often with cruelty riding horse 60 miles a day like certain sadistic, British aristocrat foxhunters in Occupied Ireland. Indeed one of their proteges Brian Faulkner introduced internment without trial which started the 40 years of ensuing troubles in Ireland, which apparently Paterson's bout of British kidnapping of anyone Irish and his re-introduction of internment without trial again intends to surpass with his fox hunter cultivated, craven blood lust. Like the Mongols, Faulkner and Paterson use state terror and cruelty as a weapon of subjugation of the native irish


Like Paterson the Mongs employed the " Fear Factor of Cruelty " for example in Persia a Mong captured a man but had no sword to kill him. He ordered the man to lie down without moving, while he went and got a sword. Like a lot of her Majesty's commoners today, the man was so terrified, he actually lay there until the Mong came back and beheaded him. When Mongs conquered a city, citizens were slaughtered by impaling, others were forced to watch as Mongs like the sick Paterson, systematically raped the young women, boys and nuns. In Syria they punished a leader, feeding him with pieces of flesh cut and forcibly fed to him until he died similar to the force feeding of Marian Price for 200 days not too long ago. All of this Paterson cruelty, is calculated and used to spread state terror; not just as as a punishment, sometimes it is revenge but never without a reason.


Dictator Paterson apes Genghis Khan's tactics, who built an empire with fear in campaigns with the death of over 40 million people mercilessly, killing boys and and kidnapping women like Marion Price. Genghis Khan said: "The greatest happiness is to vanquish your enemies, to chase them before you, to rob them of their wealth, to see those dear to them bathed in tears, to clasp to your bosom their wives and daughters." Science supports this claim with a map of the Y chromosmes in Euro/Asia having a prevalence of 1/500 of all males directly related to him today.


Today's British gung-ho version of  Genghis Khan is the unelected englishman Owen Patterson, the Queen's Secretary of state for British Occupied Ireland, Last summer he rode for some 40 days for14 hours on much abused ponies with cruelty, from swinger, swapping stations three times daily, where he would sleep on the floor under carcasses of butchered goats, eating goat gristle and sour yak milk. His motto to keep this insanity and cruelty going to the extreme was, "Keep Buggering On ! which concerns many as to the true extent of the abuse and cruelty of the ponies.


Naturally today all decent evolved humans are disgusted with Paterson and his Mong tactics of kidnapping, state terror, censorship and torture. All except his beloved Royal Army Rangers and the disgraced UDR whose military tactics, formation and cruelty has been aped down to the last drop of blood. These are the ones to this very day egg him on as provocation for another 40 years of British mayhem in Occupied Ireland.


The thesaurus and Urban dictionary describe his type of "MONG"  as retard, idiot, spaz, spastic, stupid, fool, spacker, ugly, spack, moronming, minger, monged, monging tard, phucktard, muppet and more...


"1.Mong1492 up, 398 down
Adj. Lacking in physical and cerebal ability. General retardation.
Generally: a total spastic


2.mong
1. (Mong)- Slang for spastic, but used against a person who says or does something completely idiotic by accident or without realisation. This makes every witness simultaneously raise their hands to their shoulders and shake 'em while sticking their tongue in their lower lip and making 'urrgh' noises.


2. (Monged)- A vegetive state of mind/being usually effective after consuming large quantities of alcohol, weed, lsd, ecstacy etc or combinations of.


1. Steve you mong, you've just poured the kettle onto ya cornflakes.


2. Steve's well monged after we spiked his drink with acid, muhahahaha.


3.mong


The modern Mong is a total phuckwit, who deserves nothing less than complete humiliation for their idiocy. That includes all those dope smokers too, who relate being 'monged' to being chilled and mellow. Its because when they're stoned and act like a phucking retard, you phucking spazzes!


4.Mong
Derogatory verb commonly used to describe the state of one's lack of common sense.
1) You are such a phucking mong.


5.mong
another word for spastic or retard some other ways of saying this would be


6.Mong
Short for mongrel. "


All of this Mong Paterson cruelty is nurtured from a very young age when at their very first foxhunt, as children they are blooded into evil sadism, after a fox is ripped apart by the hounds and its warm, bloody, entrails wiped by children on each others faces, to introduce them to the sadistic world that the dictator Paterson so stoutly defends. This is what Paterson meant when he argued in the House of Commoners, when he stated, "hunts drew young people into a 'social network that will last all their lives." The proof of it is the internment of Marian Price without trial in Ireland by Paterson, supported by horsey Tory "social network" in England and its mentored sectarian Orange bedfellows in British Occupied Ireland.

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Her Majestie's Last Closeted Mongol Mountie

 international | rights and freedoms | other press  Saturday April 07, 2012 06:27 by BrianClarkeNUJ - AllVoices 

" Wild and Wacky Northern Ireland "

Mounties were apparently well-bred Englishmen defending the ideals of the British empire according to English writers. However. that's not exactly how writers from the rest of the world see them, with their history of shootouts and extra-judiciary killing and kidnapping. The Mountie according to Brit writers could ride into a hostile native American camp and arrest a chief 's son without raising his weapon, because of a violent reputation of power. residing not in himself but in the history of the British Empire he symbolized.

Her Majesty's Last Closeted Mongol Mountie

Mounties were apparently well-bred Englishmen defending the ideals of the British empire according to English writers. However that's not exactly how writers from the rest of the world see them with their history of shootouts and extra-judiciary killing and kidnapping. The Mountie according to Brit writers could ride into a hostile native American camp and arrest a chief 's son without raising his weapon, because of a violent reputation of power residing not in himself but in the history of the British Empire he symbolized.

A Secretary of State currently on her Majesty's service in occupied Ireland, with a parliamentary record of consistently voting against gay rights, who married into royalty and money, took part in the Mongolian Derby last year the world’s longest horse race across a thousand kilometers of Mongolian Steppes for 10 days, to raise money for the Royal Irish Regiment. Nothing particularly extraordinary about that you might say but this insane Englishman of the horsey set, had to be restrained from continuing to ride on across thousands of kilometers further to meet his beloved fellow Royal Canadian mounties. While restraining him has not been confirmed with others maintaining the restraint was in fact that his wife was actually with him for the race.

On his return to Occupied Ireland with the help of his Chief mountie there, the English born again virgin Baggot kidnapped and interned without trial the highly respected, traditional Irish republican Marian Price, because he claimed, she breached the terms of the licence on which she had been released in 1980. But Marian was not actually on licence. She received a full royal pardon or “Royal Prerogative of Mercy” when she was freed in 1980 because she was on the brink of death after being force fed in an English prison for 200 days. When he was told about this, he then proceeded to tell the world that the Royal pardon had been lost or shredded, the only such occurrence in the long history of Royal pardons 

Now many human and civil rights activists worldwide are pretty sceptical about all of this and as veteran campaigner Eamonn McCann put it;

" There are many people - by no means all of them sympathetic to Price's politics - who are quite prepared to disbelieve this.

Others will find it impossible to believe that a Secretary of State could supply incorrect and misleading information in a fraught and sensitive case. But, oh yes, he could.

But this is wild and wacky Northern Ireland, where normal rules don't apply, where due process is optional and, at the whim of a politician, where anything goes." 

"would appear to fall within the concept of perverting the course of justice".

Perverting the course of justice in both English, Irish and even Canadian law, is a criminal offence in which someone prevents justice from being served on himself or on another party carrting a sentence of life imprisonment. 

Perverting the course of justice can be any of three acts:

1) Fabricating or disposing of evidence

2) Intimidating or threatening a witness or juror

3) Intimidating or threatening a judge

Also criminal are (a) conspiring with another to pervert the course of justice and (b) intending to pervert the course of justice.

You see in the Occupied Ireland of Her Majesty's English Secretary's of state, Snidley Whiplash and Dudley always change hats, in this instance where Dudley is an insane super-villain and Whiplash the fearless royal mountie who usually a medal for bringing the evil Dudley Do-Right in or for kidnapping galpal. Don't know what I am on about, just hop on to your Irish mountie log and check how Dudley kidnaps Nell on top of his horse. You'll have a coaster ride past bad jokes and often sudden wet drops. You'll be "fit to be tied" before the finish, if you don't get how pythonesque it all is. 

From an enclosed darkness, where the light at the end of the political tunnel is a train heading your way and your only escape a deep drop in the darkness below into exploding dynamite, to shoot back up, where you float past an interned Nell. You'll see fake posters of "Paw Wars" or "Three Men and a Grizzly" You're not even safe even after you're done, because a Mountie always gets his man fortunately for the better half not always his woman in the end. Anyone else get the feeling this boy tries just too hard !

Oh here are the lyrics 

Pervert Patter & Born Again Baggot Want Real Ireland Closeted

I didn't want to get married, I wanted to be... a lumberjack!

Pervert Patter

I didn't want to get married, I wanted to be... a lumberjack!
Leaping from tree to tree, as they float down the mighty rivers of British Columbia. The Giant Redwood. The Larch. The Fir! The mighty Scots Pine! The lofty flowering Cherry! The plucky little Apsen! The limping Roo tree of Nigeria. The towering Wattle of Aldershot! The Maidenhead Weeping Water Plant! The naughty Leicestershire Flashing Oak! The flatulent Elm of West Ruislip! The Quercus Maximus Bamber Gascoigni! The Epigillus! The Barter Hughius Greenus!

With my best buddy by my side, we'd sing! Sing! Sing!

[singing]
I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay.
I sleep all night and I work all day.

Baggots :
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Pervert Patter :
I cut down trees. I eat my lunch.
I go to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays I go shoppin'
And have buttered scones for tea.

Baggots:

He cuts down trees. He eats his lunch.
He goes to the lavatory.
On Wednesdays he goes shopping
And has buttered scones for tea.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Pervert Patter :

I cut down trees. I skip and jump.
I like to press wild flowers.
I put on women's clothing
And hang around in bars.

Baggots :

He cuts down trees. He skips and jumps.
He likes to press wild flowers.
He puts on women's clothing
And hangs around in bars?!

He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

:

I cut down trees. I wear high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra.
I wish I'd been a girlie,
Just like my dear Papa.

Baggots:

He cuts down trees. He wears high heels,
Suspendies, and a bra?!

[talking]
What's this? Wants to be a girlie?! Oh, My!
And I thought you were so rugged! Pervert!...

[singing]
He's a lumberjack, and he's okay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

He's a lumberjack, and he's okaaaaay.
He sleeps all night and he works all day.

Stay insane a chara !

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