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Sung to : Symphony No. 9 "From the New World"-ll / Dvorak
Dedicated to my fellow blogger Betsy http://myfivemen.blogspot.com/ in the tragic loss of her young friend.
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In honour of St. Patrick himself......
There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
‘Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
If'n yer 'ave a little o' the "green" running through yer veins, we'll be a'celebrating today.........
Who knows...we may be lucky enough to find a Pot O' Gold....
Be sure to say "Good Morn" to the wee fairies..........
Grab yer old walking stick.....
Cog over the fence....be careful now..
A little further up the lane......
Watch out fer the sheep.......
We'll rest and have a bite of lunch....
Will yer be having corned beef and cabbage ?
A nice piece of soda bread with that ?
What will yer be drinking .......Maybe a pint of Guinness ?
We'll be on to the shenanigans now.......
I'm curious to see how this magical and imaginative tale will compare to previous presentations, especially since my hometown in England is home to it's renowned Victorian author, Lewis Carroll.
Lewis Carroll - 1832-1898
Born on January 27, 1832, in Daresbury, Cheshire, England, Charles Lutwidge Dodgson was the son of a clergyman, and the third child born to a family of eleven children.
Carroll published his novel Alice's Adventures in Wonderland in 1865, followed by Through the Looking Glass in 1872. Alice's story began as a piece of extemporaneous whimsy meant to entertain three little girls on a boating trip in 1862.