The Tybee ‘16 Tionol
by Lillie Morris
You’d be wrong if you thought that music is all
We got from the ‘16 piping Tionol
There were fits of laughter and libations galore
In that ‘Craic House’ that sits oh so close to the shore!
Once we’d all settled .... a party commenced
It was a pipers ‘blow out’ in a different sense
There was wine and wiskey a’plenty, for sure
And that fridge on the porch had a magic allure
The heart of the potluck , was a DELECTABLE dish
Made by our culinarian, Trish!
With dips and fresh veggies ....the feast was just awesome
You might ask that piper from Dublin....’ol Rowsome
Now pipers will do what pipers must do
Checking out chanters to see how they blew
There were tunes all night long....a trad-heads heaven
‘Cept you had to get up around quarter past seven!
Up bright & early (but looking like hell!!)
Breakfast was cooked by a piper named Fel
Scrambled eggs, sausages but that’s not just it....
He had elaborate toppings...you know....fancy shit!!
And right along side him just after she ‘rose
Lane fixed fresh OJ..... Florida oranges she squoze
The breakfast’s were something remarkable.....you bet.
We even had fruit.... both dry and wet!!!
We all went to class like good little kids
And came away with hornpipes and reels and some jigs
There was lunch by the pool and no one fell in.....
Impressive, considering the shape we were in!!
Then afternoon classes for more on techniques
On how to prevent those insufferable squeaks
Whether fiddler or piper you have to admit
That’s the musical wound we try not to inflict.
Classes now over, the party resumed
More nibbles and dribbles and sips were consumed
All round the ‘Craic House’ people talked of their classes
And surreptiously rubbed on their asses!
Sitting all day has it’s drawback you know
But you’ve gotta sit still to learn how to blow
Pipers are quirky unusual fellows
Who’ll go to extremes to work with their bellows
And fiddlers will go to lengths that seem silly
To sit at the feet of a master like Willie
Slurs & triplets & rolls and such
I hope ONE day to execute with his deft touch.
That night was the concert - - a piping cantata
With Rowsome, Koehler and Joey Arbata
Willie Kelly played tunes with his fiddle & bow
The four of them put on a remarkable show!!
Then back at the ‘Craic House’...a party ensued...
Everyone being in a congenial mood!!
I noticed Robbie Z’s noteworthy grin
Brought on by that Monkey-47 Gin!!!
The Rickster was there and true to his form
Everything he did was outside the norm
Recording things ‘live’ for all to enjoy
The Ultimate Facebook Messenger Boy!!
So the party continued .... a splendid fete
That carried on strong til the hour was late
There were tunes and more tunes and more tunes and MORE
In that ‘Craic House’ that sits oh so close to the shore.
On Sunday we woke to a brilliant sunshine
But with our case of ‘FunBurn’ it made us all whine
The soldiers we are, tho, we kept things “a’rolling”
(no pun intended......just the rhyme that I’ve chosen!!)
Then final farewells....and hugs and goodbye’s
Leaving fair Tybee with a tear in my eye
BUT, in Twenty-18’....please....not one day more!!!
We’ll be back at that Craic House so close to the shore!