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Irish culture, drink, and song

Whether you be Irish born, Irish descent, or not at all, You are all welcome here.
So, I'll raise me glass to ye.

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jo says:

A wonderful podcast here.

posted Sep 5


Red-Handed Clover says:

A pretty picture I found. Could it be any greener? How pretty.
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St. Kevin's Kitchen
Glendalough Wicklow

posted Aug 29


Red-Handed Clover says:

Here's to you and your and mine and ours.
If mine and ours ever come across you and yours,
I hope that you and yours will do as much for mine and ours
as mine and ours have done for you and yours.
:-P

posted Aug 24

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The decent American says:

now see....that just sounds like a drunk irish saying....hahaha.....I bet there was alcohol involved in the making of that one.

posted Aug 26


Red-Handed Clover says:

I swear to you, I was not drunk at the time..

posted Aug 26


jo says:

A little music to dance the night away...

posted Aug 24

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Red-Handed Clover says:

ahhhhhhhh :-)

posted Aug 24


Red-Handed Clover says:

Come all ye fair and tender maidens.
Be careful how you court young men.
They're like a star on a summer's morning.

They'll first appear and then they're gone.
They'll tell you some loving story
They'll declare to you their love is true
Then they will go and court some other
And that's the love they have for you

Do you remember our days of courting
When your head lay upon my breast
You could make me believe with falling of your arm
That the sun rose in the West

I wish I was a little sparrow,
And I had wings with which to fly
Right over to see my false true-lover,
And when he's talking I'd be nigh.

But I'm not a little sparrow,
I have no wings with which to fly
So I sit here in grief and sorrow,
To weep and pass my troubles by.
If I had known before I courted
that love was such a killing thing
I'd a-locked my heart in a box of golden
and fastened it up with a silver pin.

posted Aug 24


Red-Handed Clover says:

Always remember to forget
The friends that proved untrue.
But never forget to remember
Those that have stuck by you

posted Aug 24


Red-Handed Clover says:

http://www.irelandseye.com/animation/intro.html
neat, fun little web site.

posted Aug 24


Red-Handed Clover says:

Myspace LayoutsMyspace Layouts

posted Aug 23

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heather says:

that is pretty spiffy.

posted Aug 24


jo says:

Anyone up for a drive through the Irish countryside? Check this out.

posted Aug 23

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heather says:

That was cool and dizzying. I got a kick out of the one lane roads.

posted Aug 23


Red-Handed Clover says:

wow

posted Aug 23


heather says:

According to my grandmother there is Irish descent somewhere on her side of the family.

posted Aug 23


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