Happy St P's day. Burke is an Irish name surely?
cheers
SallyE
Sally Evans
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From: "andrew burke" <[log in to unmask]>
To: <[log in to unmask]>
Sent: Monday, March 17, 2008 12:51 AM
Subject: Re: HAPPY ST PATRICK'S DAY
>I blogged it. Thanks, Max. Happy St Pat's Day all - I haven't got a green
> thing in my wardrobe!
>
> Andrew (Scottish name but Irish heritage)
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> On 17/03/2008, Max Richards <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> Gosh kasper,
>>
>> http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxBKgOyMzSc
>>
>> the words are torrential, I had to look them out...
>>
>> The Rocky Road to Dublin
>>
>> In the merry month of May, From my home I started,
>> Left the girls of Tuam, Nearly broken hearted,
>> Saluted father dear, Kissed my darlin' mother,
>> Drank a pint of beer, My grief and tears to smother,
>> Then off to reap the corn, And leave where I was born,
>> I cut a stout blackthorn, To banish ghost and goblin,
>> In a brand new pair of brogues, I rattled o'er the bogs,
>> And frightened all the dogs,On the rocky road to Dublin.
>>
>> One, two, three, four five,
>> Hunt the hare and turn her
>> Down the rocky road
>> And all the ways to Dublin,
>> Whack-fol-lol-de-ra.
>>
>> In Mullingar that night, I rested limbs so weary,
>> Started by daylight, Next mornin' light and airy,
>> Took a drop of the pure, To keep my heart from sinkin',
>> That's an Irishman's cure, Whene'er he's on for drinking.
>> To see the lasses smile, Laughing all the while,
>> At my curious style, 'Twould set your heart a-bubblin'.
>> They ax'd if I was hired, The wages I required,
>> Till I was almost tired, Of the rocky road to Dublin.
>>
>> In Dublin next arrived, I thought it such a pity,
>> To be so soon deprived, A view of that fine city.
>> Then I took a stroll, All among the quality,
>> My bundle it was stole, In a neat locality;
>> Something crossed my mind, Then I looked behind;
>> No bundle could I find, Upon my stick a wobblin'.
>> Enquirin' for the rogue, They said my Connacht brogue,
>> Wasn't much in vogue, On the rocky road to Dublin.
>>
>> From there I got away, My spirits never failin'
>> Landed on the quay As the ship was sailin';
>> Captain at me roared, Said that no room had he,
>> When I jumped aboard, A cabin found for Paddy,
>> Down among the pigs I played some funny rigs,
>> Danced some hearty jigs, The water round me bubblin',
>> When off Holyhead, I wished myself was dead,
>> Or better far instead, On the rocky road to Dublin.
>>
>> The boys of Liverpool, When we safely landed,
>> Called myself a fool; I could no longer stand it;
>> Blood began to boil, Temper I was losin',
>> Poor ould Erin's isle They began abusin',
>> "Hurrah my soul," sez I, My shillelagh I let fly;
>> Some Galway boys were by, Saw I was a hobble in,
>> Then with a loud hurray, They joined in the affray.
>> We quickly cleared the way, For the rocky road to Dublin.
>>
>>
>> On 17/3/08 11:05 AM, "kasper salonen" <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>>
>> > the night of the 17th is going to be wild. drinking & singing &
>> > dancing the night away!!
>> >
>> > I've been memorising irish ballads for a month; including this one,
>> > which I know by heart: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jxBKgOyMzSc
>> >
>> > I do a convincing irish brogue too, though I'm not slang-savvy so
>> > that's as far as I can take it.
>> >
>> > anyway, everyone wear green & drink some whiskey
>> >
>> > KS
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> Andrew
> http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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