Sprungster 5 Report post Posted November 5, 2006 This ages old drinking song was recently found and translated from the original Gaelic. If you're holding more verses, here's a place to get rid of them."Ode to a Dink."I Pushed Forward The PuckAll Aflame,I Ripped Through The DWith Disdain,But To My SurpriseThe Goalie Was Wise,Yet It Dinked In The NetAll The SameOh That "Dink" Is The Sound That I Love,That Warrior's Toll From Above,Whenever I Hear ItIt Raises My Spirit,And I Pass It AlongWith My Glove Share this post Link to post Share on other sites
biff44 0 Report post Posted November 5, 2006 Twas a cold winter's eveningThe guests were all leavingO'Leary was closing the bar.When he turned and he saidto the lady in red:GET OUT, you can't stay anymore.She shed a sad tearin her bucket of beeras she thought of the cold night ahead.When a gentleman dapperstepped out of the crapperand these are the words that he said:Her mother...never...told herthe things a young girl should knowabout the ways of hockey playersand how the come and go (mostly go).Now age has taken her beautyand sin has left its sad scarso remember your mothers and sisters, boysan let her sleep under the bar.With Johnny WalkerIn southern comfortWith old...Grand...Dad. Share this post Link to post Share on other sites