THE SALAD OF ROGER STONE - Parody of The Ballad of Molly Malone | The Freedom Toast / Cinebot Video

Written and Produced by The Freedom Toast | Edited by Cinebot Video http://cinebotvideo.com/ Executive Producers Sally Headley and Jerry Pender To help keep Parody Project alive and functioning, please visit https://parodyproject.com/supportus Parody Project Store: https://parodyproject.com/shop To become a Patron of Parody Project please visit our Patreon Page https://www.patreon.com/parodyproject You can sign up to our mailing list on our website so you don't miss any of our new posts. https://parodyproject.com/subscribe/ LYRICS to The Salad of Roger Stone In fair New York City Where call girls are pretty One client stands out, and his name’s Roger Stone He plies his corruption Without interruption With cock-ups and hustles . Survive, survive, oh! Survive, survive, oh, survive, survive, oh With cock-ups and hustles, survive, survive, oh! Said Roger, “I’m bankin’ “On downing Al Franken, “We’ve got all our tactics worked out in advance “Should evidence harden “The Donald will pardon “My freedom’s assured, we leave nothing to chance. ” Survive, survive, oh, survive, survive, oh With cock-ups and hustles, survive, survive, oh! Now Donald commuted With justice polluted And Roger is free to cause strife once again But freedom is fleeting And fraud, scams and cheating At some point will lead to a Federal pen. Good bye, good bye, oh, good-bye good-bye, oh Old Rog will pound stone in a federal pen. ABOUT THE SOURCE MUSIC "Molly Malone" (also known as "Cockles and Mussels" or "In Dublin's Fair City") is a popular song set in Dublin, Ireland, which has become its unofficial anthem. The song tells the fictional tale of a fishwife who plied her trade on the streets of Dublin and died young, of a fever. In the late 20th century a legend grew up that there was a historical Molly, who lived in the 17th century. She is typically represented as a hawker by day and part-time sex-worker by night. In contrast she has also been portrayed as one of the few chaste female street-hawkers of her day. There is no evidence that the song is based on a real woman, of the 17th century or any other time. The name "Molly" originated as a familiar version of the names Mary and Margaret. While many such "Molly" Malones were born in Dublin over the centuries, no evidence connects any of them to the events in the song. Nevertheless, the Dublin Millennium Commission in 1988 endorsed claims made for a Mary Malone who died on 13 June 1699, and proclaimed 13 June to be "Molly Malone Day". The song existed but was not published until 1876, when it was published in Boston, Massachusetts. Its placement in the section of the book titled "Songs from English and German Universities" suggests an Irish origin. It was also published by Francis Brothers and Day in London in 1884 as a work written and composed by James Yorkston, of Edinburgh, with music arranged by Edmund Forman. The London edition states that it was reprinted by permission of Kohler and Son of Edinburgh, implying that the first edition was in Scotland, though no copies of it have been found. According to Siobhán Marie Kilfeather, the song is from the music hall style of the period, and while one cannot wholly dismiss the possibility that it is "based on an older folk song", "neither melody nor words bear any relationship to the Irish tradition of street ballads." She calls the story of the historical Molly "nonsense". The song is in a familiar tragicomic mode popular in its period, and probably influenced by earlier songs with a similar theme, such as Percy Montrose's "Oh My Darling, Clementine", which was written in about 1880. A statue representing Molly Malone was unveiled on Grafton Street by then Lord Mayor of Dublin, Ben Briscoe, during the 1988 Dublin Millennium celebrations, when 13 June was declared to be Molly Malone Day. In July 2014, the statue was relocated to Suffolk Street, in front of the Tourist Information Office, to make way for Luas track-laying work at the old location. ORIGINAL LYRICS In Dublin's fair city, Where the girls are so pretty, I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone, As she wheeled her wheel-barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!" "Alive, alive, oh, Alive, alive, oh," Crying "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh". She was a fishmonger But sure 'twas no wonder For so were her father and mother before And they each wheel'd their barrow Through streets broad and narrow Crying "Cockles and mussels alive, alive oh!" (chorus) She died of a fever, And no one could save her, And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone. But her ghost wheels her barrow, Through streets broad and narrow, Crying, "Cockles and mussels, alive, alive, oh!"