Hello my friends..  These Streets here are quiet.  We’ll have to see what can be done about that...  I’m looking to get in touch with old friends.  I know they’re kicking about the cities here.  I plan to hook up with them.  You see in my line of work, it’s good to have a good, solid network of friends.  And a good project to get your teeth into.  And that’s what I intend to do.

So come and say hello.  If you don’t know the password, you’ll have a hell of a job persuading me you’re on the level.

My son is bound for the east coast and great things.  He won’t look a thing like me and I’m thinking of changing the family name. 

I’ve written a song that I think captures perfectly the struggles me and my people have endured lately.  Here is is;

We'll sing a song, a plumber's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a plumber's song.

 
Plumbers are we , whose lives are pledged to this land;
Some have come from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free, No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In our cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a plumber's song.

In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a plumber's song.

Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a plumber's song.

We'll sing a song, a plumber's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a plumber's song.


Plumbers are we , whose lives are pledged to this land;
Some have come from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free, No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In our cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a plumber's song.

Irish National Anthem, except the word soldier is replaced with "Plumber"?

And the place name.  Great minds think alike and our struggle is not unlike that of the Irish in the early 1900s

Ewww....Be original once in your life please.