Oh, my Darling, Oh, my Darling...

;)

You are damn right! I did not even expect less. You have posted so many information about the South, so after adding this funny and wrong version of this very famous song I would like to have you commenting something on this. Must say I was worrying about the content of the song. I like such songs from past. It's better to be more tender with them.

However, sometimes I try to create some wrong versions of some poetry or tales, but I do it purposefully: such a way helps me to memorize them. When I think plenty enough of each line or almost every word it results the same as if I learned it by heart repeating it.

The references of 49's and 89's are what I could never find out by myself. How awesome to discover such impressive things even in one word!

Must also add that that inversion into "eighty-nine" was almost random: at the moment the line from the 11th soneth of Lovecraft's "Fungi from Yuggoth" came to my mind:

Farmer Seth Atwood was past eighty when
He tried to sink that deep well by his door

And for no real reason I changed the word in the line. It shows how accurate the translators should be, because even one word is so valuable.

Here's the complete 11th soneth:

The Well

Farmer Seth Atwood was past eighty when
He tried to sink that deep well by his door,
With only Eb to help him bore and bore.
We laughed, and hoped he’d soon be sane again.
And yet, instead, young Eb went crazy, too,
So that they shipped him to the county farm.
Seth bricked the well-mouth up as tight as glue—
Then hacked an artery in his gnarled left arm.

After the funeral we felt bound to get
Out to that well and rip the bricks away,
But all we saw were iron hand-holds set
Down a black hole deeper than we could say.
And yet we put the bricks back—for we found
The hole too deep for any line to sound