yes, but Andrew is Scottish ...
On 17/03/2008, Sally Evans <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
>
> Happy St P's day. Burke is an Irish name surely?
> cheers
> SallyE
> Sally Evans
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> ----- Original Message -----
> 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)
> >
> >
> > 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
> >>
> >> --
> >>
> >
> >
> >
> > --
> > Andrew
> > http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
> > http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
> >
>
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Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
http://www.flickr.com/photos/aburke/
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