It’s been three weeks now and my son Cale is still responding “Yes b’y” to everything

I keep saying “by the Lord dyin' and a thunderin’ gee”

It’s funny how I can go right back to my community’s slang

Each area has their own different twangs

It’s me Mudder and me Fadder now all over again

The "THs" are dropped when I step off the plane

I love listening to all our own music that our musicians sing

Some of it Irish back when the settlers did bring

My mind keeps playing a "Rich Man’s Garden" and a "Grey Foggy Day"

Over and over in my mind as a man in Winterton for us did play

I love to speak and hear our own native tongue

It will be passed on forever by the old and young~
  Submitted By: Alicia "Celeste" Loughrey