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Happy St. Patrick's Day!
- Thread starter Eric006
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Back in the B.C. (Before Children) era, we attended the St. Patrick's Day festivities in Savannah, GA a few times. Some sources cite it as the second largest St. Patrick's Day celebration in the U.S. (behind New York City). My memories of those times are filtered through a pleasant beer-induced haze. Glorious days of youth.
Eric
Eric
No worries here. Four youth soccer games and a Cub Scouts pinewood derby race are on my calendar for tomorrow. (I do have a six-pack of Guinness for tomorrow evening, though.)
Eric
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May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind call your name.
May the wind call your name.
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For those of us who remember Easter, 1916. This song reminds me of not only the price that Irish patriots paid for their country's freedom, but for the sacrifice of all who have fallen in battle for a greater cause.
http://www.ireland-information.com/downloads/midi/thefoggydew.mid
The Foggy Dew
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Oh, the night fell black and the rifles crack
Made "Perfidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade, a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the Foggy Dew.
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
or the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side,
or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep,
'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.
Ah, back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
When you fell in the Foggy Dew.
If you liked that, I'll give you an encore:
The Risin' O' The Moon
"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell,
tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush mavoughal, hush and listen,"
and his face was all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain,
get you ready quick and soon
With your pike upon your shoulder
for the rising of the moon"
"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell,
where the gatherin' is to be?"
"Near the old spot by the river,
right well known to you and me"
"One more thing, the signal token?"
"Whistle up the marching tune
For our pikes must be together
by the rising of the moon"
Out from many a mud-walled cabin,
eyes were lookin' through the night
Many a manly heart was throbin'
for the blessed morning light
A cry arose along the river,
like some banshee's mournful croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
by the rising of the moon
All along the shining river
one black mass of men was seen
And above them in the night wind
floated our immortal green
Death to every foe and traitor.
Onward, strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom,
it's the rising of the moon
Well they fought for dear old Ireland,
and full bitter was their fate,
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
fills the name of ninety-eight.
But thank God e'en now are beating hearts
in mankind's burning noon,
Who will follow in their footsteps,
at the rising of the moon.
Enjoy, but don't get yersel' in a mess drinkin' today, eh, boyos?
Mike
http://www.ireland-information.com/downloads/midi/thefoggydew.mid
The Foggy Dew
'Twas down the glen one Easter morn
To a city fair rode I.
When Ireland's line of marching men
In squadrons passed me by.
No pipe did hum, no battle drum
Did sound its dread tattoo
But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell
Rang out in the foggy dew.
Right proudly high over Dublin town
They flung out a flag of war.
'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky
Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.
And from the plains of Royal Meath
Strong men came hurrying through;
While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns
Sailed in through the foggy dew.
Oh, the night fell black and the rifles crack
Made "Perfidious Albion" reel
'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame
Did shine o'er the lines of steel
By each shining blade, a prayer was said
That to Ireland her sons be true
And when morning broke still the war flag shook
Out its fold in the Foggy Dew.
'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go
That small nations might be free
But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves
or the fringe of the grey North Sea
Oh had they died by Pearse's side,
or had fought with Cathal Brugha
Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep,
'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.
But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell
Rang mournfully and clear
For those who died that Eastertide
In the springing of the year
And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,
At those fearless men and true
Who bore the fight that freedom's light
Might shine through the Foggy Dew.
Ah, back through the glen I rode again,
And my heart with grief was sore
For I parted then with valiant men
Whom I never shall see more
But to and fro in my dreams I go
And I'd kneel and pray for you
For slavery fled, O glorious dead,
When you fell in the Foggy Dew.
If you liked that, I'll give you an encore:
The Risin' O' The Moon
"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell,
tell me why you hurry so?"
"Hush mavoughal, hush and listen,"
and his face was all aglow
"I bear orders from the captain,
get you ready quick and soon
With your pike upon your shoulder
for the rising of the moon"
"Tell me, tell me, Sean O'Farrell,
where the gatherin' is to be?"
"Near the old spot by the river,
right well known to you and me"
"One more thing, the signal token?"
"Whistle up the marching tune
For our pikes must be together
by the rising of the moon"
Out from many a mud-walled cabin,
eyes were lookin' through the night
Many a manly heart was throbin'
for the blessed morning light
A cry arose along the river,
like some banshee's mournful croon
And a thousand pikes were flashing
by the rising of the moon
All along the shining river
one black mass of men was seen
And above them in the night wind
floated our immortal green
Death to every foe and traitor.
Onward, strike the marching tune
And hurrah me boys for freedom,
it's the rising of the moon
Well they fought for dear old Ireland,
and full bitter was their fate,
Oh what glorious pride and sorrow
fills the name of ninety-eight.
But thank God e'en now are beating hearts
in mankind's burning noon,
Who will follow in their footsteps,
at the rising of the moon.
Enjoy, but don't get yersel' in a mess drinkin' today, eh, boyos?
Mike
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I suppose it's all in 'the meeting.' Perhaps you'd prefer: "May the road roll away behind you."
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Yup, Happy St. Patty's Day All!!!!
We went to the supermarket a bit ago and I was a wearin tha green but nah on porpoise as I didna think aboot it.
I may even break down and have myself a beer this evening with supper and my evening meds, can y'all say, "Good night Yvsa."? <VBESEG>
And do nah worry yer heads aboot it as I have done it before with no trouble whatsoever.
We went to the supermarket a bit ago and I was a wearin tha green but nah on porpoise as I didna think aboot it. I may even break down and have myself a beer this evening with supper and my evening meds, can y'all say, "Good night Yvsa."? <VBESEG>
And do nah worry yer heads aboot it as I have done it before with no trouble whatsoever.
