Michael+

Remember the Cowboy's Lament?  (See Below)
Some 70's or 80's group (Peter, Paul and Mary?)
satirized the song thusly:

"I can tell by your outfit that you are a cowboy
You can tell by my outfit that I'm a cowboy too.

We can tell by our outfit that we are all cowboys,
if you get an outfit you can be a cowboy too."

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The TV theme of 4 Moons over Carolina could be as
follows:
(all sing to the tune of "Streets of Laredo"

I can tell by your out fit that you are a bishop,
You can tell by my outfit that I'm a bishop too 
We can tell by our outfits that we are all bishops
If you get an outfit you can be an anglican too!
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How about Falwell in a mitre?

Now, I must really be off.  Maybe the ecumenical
movement wasn't a good idea?  

Charles+




--- Michael Ward <mward@...> wrote:

> Evidently.  Or, him being from North Carolina,
> moonshining....
> 
> MLW+
> 
> -----Original Message-----
> From: charles scott [mailto:crscottblu@...] 
> Sent: Saturday, September 30, 2006 9:46 AM
> To: faithandlife@...
> Subject: Re: [FaithandLife] British Orthodox -
> Bishop Larry
> 
> Moonlighting?
> 
> Charles+
> 
> --- Michael Ward <mward@...> wrote:
> 
> > Wow; is it just me, or does the fellow in the
> middle
> > picture, far right,
> > look like Fr Larry Emerson...in a mitre!!!
> > 
> > MLW+
> > 
> > 
> >  
> > http://www.britishorthodox.org/fellowship.php
> >  
> > The British Orthodox Fellowship has an ecumenical
> > membership drawn from a wide range of backgrounds
> > including Anglican, Methodist, Roman Catholic,
> > Evangelical and of course Orthodox.
> >  
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COWBOY'S LAMENT
To the tune of "Streets of Laredo"

'Twas once in my saddle I used to be happy
   'Twas once in my saddle I used to be gay
But I first took to drinking, then to gambling
   A shot from a six-shooter took my life away.

My curse let it rest, rest on the fair one
   Who drove me from friends that I loved and from
home
Who told me she loved me, just to deceive me
   My curse rest upon her, wherever she roam.

Oh she was fair, Oh she was lovely
   The belle of the Viliage the fairest of all
But her heart was as cold as the snow on the mountains
   She gave me up for the glitter of gold.

I arrived in Galveston in old Texas
   Drinking and gambling I went to give o'er
But, I met with a Gunman and my life he has finished
   Home and relations I ne'er shall see more.

Send for my father, Oh send for my mother
   Send for the surgeon to look at my wounds
But I fear it is useless I feel I am dying
   I'm a young cow-boy cut down in my bloom.

Farewell my friends, farewell my relations
   My earthly career has cost me sore
The cow-boy ceased talking, they knew he was dying
  His trials on earth, forever were o'er.

Chor. Beat your drums lightly, play your fifes merrily
   Sing your dearth march as you bear me along
Take me to the grave yard, lay the sod o'er me
   I'm a young cow-boy and know I've done wrong.