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	<title>Comments on: parody of &#8220;Widow&#8217;s Plea For Her Son&#8221;</title>
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		<title>By: Lucas Gonze</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-26375</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucas Gonze</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 18:08:38 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have changed &quot;My boy you are a daisy through others ? be done&quot; to &quot;My boy you are a daisy through others don&#039;t be done&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have changed &#8220;My boy you are a daisy through others ? be done&#8221; to &#8220;My boy you are a daisy through others don&#8217;t be done&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Karaokeguy</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-26267</link>
		<dc:creator>Karaokeguy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 19 Jul 2011 01:35:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>The missing word is definatley don&#039;t. I agree</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>The missing word is definatley don&#8217;t. I agree</p>
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		<title>By: Lucas Gonze</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-20716</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucas Gonze</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 29 Apr 2011 13:54:41 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks, Terry.

So incorporating all of your comments there are no ? markers left.  Here is the final version.

&lt;pre&gt;
One morning in the courthouse a boy stood up for trial
His father stood beside him on his face there was a smile
The old man told the jury &quot;That one&#039;s not my only son.
But I have got three more like him and I&#039;ll bring them one by one

This boy was born on Sunday and I tell you he&#039;s a beaut.
He&#039;ll take anything that isn&#039;t nailed and never tells the truth.&quot;
The boy took out a cigarette and the jury near fell dead.
When he struck his father for a match the old man loudly said:

&quot;Remember I&#039;m his father and his mother is my wife
Don&#039;t let him off with ten years but send him up for life
And when he&#039;s tired of living just keep him there for fun
There&#039;s noone more could be dead sure than a father on his son.&quot;

Now the boy spoke to his honor and he said &quot;Dear Judge You See, 
Just let my father here go home and bring the other three.
The other ones are crooked why they can&#039;t lay straight in bed.
They steal the whiskers off your chin and they put hair on your head.&quot;

The jury men all fainted as the boy called out for beer.
The judge he stood upon his head and the wind blew through his ear.
And now there&#039;s 13 funerals for the jury men are dead.
And the judge lived 20 minutes then before he died he said

My boy you are a daisy, through others don&#039;t be done.
No matter who your father was you are your mother&#039;s son.
And as the old judge neared the end before he met his death
He shook his head and softly said with his last dying breath.

My boy you are a daisy through others don&#039;t be done
No matter who your father was you are your mother&#039;s son.
And if ever you get married just have one boy for fun.
And if he&#039;s a sport don&#039;t go to court but kill the son of a gun.
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		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks, Terry.</p>
<p>So incorporating all of your comments there are no ? markers left.  Here is the final version.</p>
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One morning in the courthouse a boy stood up for trial
His father stood beside him on his face there was a smile
The old man told the jury "That one's not my only son.
But I have got three more like him and I'll bring them one by one

This boy was born on Sunday and I tell you he's a beaut.
He'll take anything that isn't nailed and never tells the truth."
The boy took out a cigarette and the jury near fell dead.
When he struck his father for a match the old man loudly said:

"Remember I'm his father and his mother is my wife
Don't let him off with ten years but send him up for life
And when he's tired of living just keep him there for fun
There's noone more could be dead sure than a father on his son."

Now the boy spoke to his honor and he said "Dear Judge You See,
Just let my father here go home and bring the other three.
The other ones are crooked why they can't lay straight in bed.
They steal the whiskers off your chin and they put hair on your head."

The jury men all fainted as the boy called out for beer.
The judge he stood upon his head and the wind blew through his ear.
And now there's 13 funerals for the jury men are dead.
And the judge lived 20 minutes then before he died he said

My boy you are a daisy, through others don't be done.
No matter who your father was you are your mother's son.
And as the old judge neared the end before he met his death
He shook his head and softly said with his last dying breath.

My boy you are a daisy through others don't be done
No matter who your father was you are your mother's son.
And if ever you get married just have one boy for fun.
And if he's a sport don't go to court but kill the son of a gun.
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		<title>By: Terry</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-20572</link>
		<dc:creator>Terry</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 04:58:24 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I&#039;m Rita&#039;s sister and I remember our Dad singing &quot;They&#039;ll steal the whiskers off your chin&quot; and the in the 5th I remember our Dad singing &quot;The jury men all fainted as the boy called out for beer&quot;.  I also heard a few things a little differently.  In the 3rd paragraph I heard &quot;but send him UP for life&quot;.  Thanks for the great memories!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I&#8217;m Rita&#8217;s sister and I remember our Dad singing &#8220;They&#8217;ll steal the whiskers off your chin&#8221; and the in the 5th I remember our Dad singing &#8220;The jury men all fainted as the boy called out for beer&#8221;.  I also heard a few things a little differently.  In the 3rd paragraph I heard &#8220;but send him UP for life&#8221;.  Thanks for the great memories!</p>
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		<title>By: Lucas Gonze</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-20571</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucas Gonze</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 25 Apr 2011 04:44:45 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thanks for posting, Norm and Rita.

Hopefully other people who are trying to figure out these words will come across this post via a search.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thanks for posting, Norm and Rita.</p>
<p>Hopefully other people who are trying to figure out these words will come across this post via a search.</p>
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		<title>By: Rita</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-20558</link>
		<dc:creator>Rita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 20:57:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I think this part:

And the judge of ??? before he died he said

says &quot;And the judge lived 20 minutes then before he died he said&quot; because my dad used to sing it &quot;And the judge live 20 minutes more, before he died he said&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I think this part:</p>
<p>And the judge of ??? before he died he said</p>
<p>says &#8220;And the judge lived 20 minutes then before he died he said&#8221; because my dad used to sing it &#8220;And the judge live 20 minutes more, before he died he said&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Rita</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-20556</link>
		<dc:creator>Rita</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 24 Apr 2011 17:20:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I haven&#039;t tried listening to any of your recordings so I don&#039;t know what is correct but the way my dad used to sing this line was with the word &quot;steal,&quot; not peel.

They peel the whiskers off your chin and they put hair on your head.&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I haven&#8217;t tried listening to any of your recordings so I don&#8217;t know what is correct but the way my dad used to sing this line was with the word &#8220;steal,&#8221; not peel.</p>
<p>They peel the whiskers off your chin and they put hair on your head.&#8221;</p>
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		<title>By: Norm</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-10712</link>
		<dc:creator>Norm</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 15 Mar 2010 01:56:33 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just listened to your MP3 fragment and to me the missing word is &#039;don&#039;t&#039;.

My boy you are a daisy through others don&#039;t be done</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just listened to your MP3 fragment and to me the missing word is &#8216;don&#8217;t&#8217;.</p>
<p>My boy you are a daisy through others don&#8217;t be done</p>
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		<title>By: Lucas Gonze&#8217; blog &#187; packaging notes for &#8220;Widow&#8217;s Plea&#8221;</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-1962</link>
		<dc:creator>Lucas Gonze&#8217; blog &#187; packaging notes for &#8220;Widow&#8217;s Plea&#8221;</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 02:15:25 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>[...] the first post I described the genre as a whole, and included an MP3 of a parody of the song to show what the [...]</description>
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		<title>By: Soup Greens &#187; A Mother&#8217;s Plea For Her Son</title>
		<link>http://soupgreens.com/2009/01/08/parody-of-widows-plea-for-her-son/comment-page-1/#comment-1927</link>
		<dc:creator>Soup Greens &#187; A Mother&#8217;s Plea For Her Son</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 13 Jan 2009 03:03:35 +0000</pubDate>
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