It’s Mardi Gras … Find your feathers
I really miss Treme
JAMIE’S PLACE FOR STUFF
A Stroll Though Memory, Time and Politics With Stops Along The Way
Here Comes The Big Parade
About Me
Retired great grandmother living in the Northwest US. Former radio Public Service Director and National Accounts Manager.
I’m a hair-dishevelled heilan’ coo,
Hamish McKay be ma name;
Welcome tae this dreichet glen
I’m cursed tae ca’ ma hame.
Depending on the mood I’m in
I’ll raise ma horns on high,
An’ if I like the look o’ ye
I’ll likely let ye by.
But should I dinnae like the look
O’ ye, then tak great care,
I’ll raise ma horns on high again,
Go on, get oot o’there!
So whether welcome yae or nae,
I’ll raise these horns sae mean,
Then ye shall ken ma meaning
By the twinkle o’ ma een.
Courtesy of
MARION GRAY Wollaton Road Wollaton Park Nottingham
One response to “Here Comes The Big Parade”
Oh, I love Harry. Got to see him perform at the Majestic in Dallas. They filmed it for Great Performances on PBS, so there was a lumi-crane with a flashing, red light which was distracting.
The end of the performance was a New Orleans jazz band parading through the aisles.
Hope everyone had a great Fat Tuesday.