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... mostly unimportant and irrevelant, but I woke just now ahead of schedule after a dream fade-to-black to a crowd of congoers and would-be world conquerors, led by a giant viking risen from a faux-stone tomb (this was a convention hall, after all), all singing:
Three pints down an' three pints up,
Gi' me a drop in me cravin' cup,
Three pints down an' three pints up,
Gi' me a drop in me cravin' cup.
Very twee, soft, sweet. And I'd swear I'd actually heard it somewhere before, but Google knows nothing.
(And yes,
doctorpinkerton, you were in the dream, too. Hell, you started off the sequence, with me walking past the door to the I Will Take Over the World Rant Contest just as you began the COG presentation with the obligatory video.)
Anyway, back to bed for an hour before I have to get up and prep for jury duty. I just wanted to write the lyrics down before I forgot 'em.
Three pints down an' three pints up,
Gi' me a drop in me cravin' cup,
Three pints down an' three pints up,
Gi' me a drop in me cravin' cup.
Very twee, soft, sweet. And I'd swear I'd actually heard it somewhere before, but Google knows nothing.
(And yes,
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Anyway, back to bed for an hour before I have to get up and prep for jury duty. I just wanted to write the lyrics down before I forgot 'em.