Rory O'Dell
By Mad Jack
This is the story of Rory O'Dell He slipped off his feet, fell into a well Just fell on down, right onto his head The whole town thought ol' Rory was dead The search went on for days and days Through rain and fog and misty haze the funeral was held with no body found Though some said they heard him in every sound Rory just sat where his whisky was stashed He wasn't dead just thoroughly smashed When his whiskey ran out, he climbed out of the well And sneaked into town to avoid his wife Nell The town folk who saw him said:"There's life after death" But, when he got close they could smell of his breath Just where he had been now,no one could guess So they all pressed him to up and confess The innkeeper said: "Just sit down O'Dell" "I'll bet you were out there and fell in the well You weren't out there doing anything risky You were just after your stash of old whiskey All settled down, Nell forgave him in time And on whiskey he never spent another dime He changed his life, his mind now clear as a bell still sometimes, just sometimes, he still looks toward the well Written December 21st, 2001 © on Dec 21 2001 06:17 AM PST 0 • 14
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