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Byler Boyz March 2016

Molly Malone — Byler Boyz Strike Again

Molly Malone would be honored, we’re sure. Her cockles and muscles have been transformed into . . . well, an slightly Americanized version of her Irish ancestry. Here is a mini life story of Byler Barns CEO, Steve Byler, in honor of his 50th here in 2016. Unlike Molly, thankfully, there is no ghost to wheel his barrow.

Here are the lyrics, for your looking and listening pleasure.

In Stuarts Draft town, where rare is the frown,
A Byler named Stevie first came on the scenes,
Then he wheeled his Deere tractor, before age was a factor,
Crying sheds and barns, For Sale, For Sale–O!

For Sale, for Sale O!
For Sale, for Sale O!
Crying sheds and barns, For Sale, For Sale–O!

Steve was but a lad, when he first helped his dad,
He sold his first shed as a wee boy of six,
At eight, he built barns, by himself–’tis no yarn!
Crying sheds and barns, For Sale, For Sale–O!

Then Rosa, he met her, when his ears were still wetter
Than the Ireland in winter from whence she did spring.
Then 7 bairns later, CEO, and a pastor,
Crying sheds and barns, For Sale, For Sale–O!

Now Steve has turned 50, still stout as old whiskey,
We’re grateful that Bennie has raised his boy well.
May the road rise to meet you, banquet tables to greet you,
And years more, sheds galore, For Sale, For Sale–O!

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