SWEARING SONG
 Intro:
(RAY)
Now speaking of language Your father certainly had a language in his day didn't he? 

(KEVIN)
My sonny b'y Raymond my son, My father...
You take up there in those balconies hey?

(RAY)
Ya

(KEVIN)
My son My father could let go a line and It would hit the wall up there 
and then he'd let another one go and then when that one was coming back 
The two would collide and would be there and start to scorch and burn! 
My son! Couldn't that man swear? 
My sonny b'y,  nothing...Nothing could compare with Father!

(RAY)
So in other words he was a powerful beast?

(KEVIN)
Oh my son! A powerful man to swear 
You knows father.  Got a song here 
You just play that fiddle there for a second...

 Swearing  Song
Chris Lorne Elliott, Kevin Blackmore, 1981

Father fished six days a week 
He went to church on Sunday 
He confessed his sins and then he'd begin to sin again on Monday 
But don't get me wrong 
He never sinned indeed no worse 
but sin in word 
But you should have heard 
The way that man could curse 
He went:

Refrain:
Lord liftin', leaping lyin', dear ravin' and dancing dyin',
 sufferin' thunderin, workin' wonderin', robbin' gobbin' hairy,
 hells fire, firey flamin', screechin' screamin', namin' blamin',
 son of a no good, merciful-mudder, of jumpin Joseph Murphy!

One day Father fished his last 
It happened this a-way 
He snagged his finger on a hook and the boat began to sway 
Oh he fell into the water 
But he never should have drowned 
But he couldn't keep his mouth shut 
The third time he went down 
He went:

Ref:
Some say he's down below 
But I don't believe that's true 
I dare allow he's in heaven above 
Turning the air bright blue 
For I remember Father
The happiest time he ever was 
Cursing till he was blue in the face 
He had time for nothing else 
He went:
Ref:
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