It's St. Patrick's Month

Boys From County Armagh

There's one fair county in Ireland
With memory so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished her bounty
On the orchard of Erins great land
I love its cathedral city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And there in the heart of it's bosom
Are the ashes of Brian Boru

Chorus
It's my own Irish home far across the foam
And tho' I've often left it in foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near and far
My heart's at home in old Ireland
In the county of Armagh

I've travelled the heart of this county
Through Newtown, Forkhill, Crossmaglen
Around the gap of Mount Norris
And home by Blackwater again
Where the girls are so gay and so hearty
None fairer in Erin Go Bragh
Ah, where are the boys that can court them
Like the boys from the county Armagh

Chorus

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A NATION ONCE AGAIN

When boyhood's fire was in my blood
I read of ancient freemen,
For Greece and Rome who bravely stood,
Three hundred men and three men;
And then I prayed I yet might see
Our fetters rent in twain,
And Ireland. long a province, be
A Nation once again!

Chorus:
A nation once again,
A nation once again,
And Ireland, long a province, be
A Nation once again!

And from that time, through wildest woe,
That hope has shown a far light,
Nor could love's brightest summer glow
Outshine that solemn starlight;
It seemed to watch above my head
In forum, field and fame,
Its angel voice sang round my bed,
A Nation once again.

Chorus.

It whisper'd too, that freedom's ark,
And service high and holy,
Would be profaned by feeling dark
And passions vain or lowly;
For, Freedom comes from God's right hand,
And needs a godly train;
And righteous men must make our land
A nation once again!

Chorus.

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May those who love us love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.

-Irish Toast

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Wild Colonial Boy"
words and music by Sean O'Casey and Dennis
O'Casey

There was a wild colonial boy. Jack Duggan was his name.
He was born and bred in Ireland In a town called Castlemane.
He was his father's only son; His mother's pride and joy.
And dearly did his parents love The wild colonial boy.

At the early age of sixteen years He left his native home,
And to Australia's sunny shores He was inclined to roam.
He robbed the wealthy squireen. All arms he did destroy.
A terror to Australia was the wild colonial boy.

One morning on the prairie, as Jack he rode along
A-listening to the mocking bird, a-singing a cheerful song
Up stepped a band of troopers: Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy
They all set out to capture him, the wild colonial boy

Surrender now, Jack Duggan, for you see we're three to one
Surrender in the King's high name, you are a plundering son
Jack drew two pistols from his belt, he proudly waved them high
I'll fight, but not surrender, said the wild colonial boy

He fired a shot at Kelly, which brought him to the ground
And turning round to Davis, he recieved a fatal wound
A bullet pierced his proud young heart, from the pistol of Fitzroy
And that was how they captured him, the wild colonial boy

This song was featured in the greatest movie ever made ... The Quiet Man

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Blog In for Martha

Today at K-Marts across the country, supporters held a knit-in for Martha. I thought about learning to knit last night so that I could participate, but knitting is hard. So I went to K-Mart and did something I know how to do ... shop! I bought pink sheets for my bed and green gingham sheets for the guest room. Lots of people, just like me, shopping because they think the prosecution of Martha was crazy.

I'm not a lawyer, and have no yen to become one, but the legal arguments in this case make no sense.

Martha made the perfect defendant. If you want to prosecute someone on a dubious charge, make certain that they are sufficiently polarizing. Ideal defendants: Martha, Rush Limbaugh, Barry Bonds. For years I've heard people whine on about how Martha made them feel inadequate. Why? Who knows? There are plenty of cookbooks with harder recipes. If you don't want to make plum pudding no one is forcing you.

Martha is nasty. Proof of this is that she yelled at the assistant about the bad music on hold. Last week I had a customer tell me that he hates my company and that he is going to come to my office with a gun and shoot everyone. He also plan to beat up the sales rep that handled his account 2 years ago because he's a yuppie. Now that's nasty.

Martha's sale of imclone harmed the little guy. How? When she sold imclone someone bought it. If that person held onto their stock, it's worth more today then when they bought it. She thought it would go down, the buyer thought it would go up. Isn't that the same scenario that happens in every stock transaction every day? The seller thinks the price is as high as it's going to go, the buyer thinks it will go higher.

It was insider trading? How can you insider trade when you're not inside? If she did what the government said she did (which I think is likely), at worst, her stockbroker told her about a public transaction. Sam Waksal had already made a public sale. Anyone watching the market could have seen that there was a lot of selling going on. It wasn't an advance tip ... like "Three days from today we will announce that we've cornered the world market on chocolate and we think our stock will soar."

She lied to the government. Okay, will all the people who have ever padded their expenses on their tax return take a step back. How about anyone who's tried to get out of a speeding ticket. Have you ever lied to a public school teacher?

And what was her lie? She proclaimed her innocence. Is it now a crime to plead Not Guilty?

Please comment if you like. I'm going to make a chocolate cake with a mint mousse filling for St Patrick's Day.


Also posted at www.isupportmartha.blogspot.com

It's St Patrick's Month

Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.

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

Always remember to forget
The troubles that passed away.
But never forget to remember
The blessings that come each day.

-Irish Blessing

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Some may say the glass is half empty,
Some may say the glass is half full,
But the Irish will forever say
"Are you gonna drink that?"

-Irish Toast

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Danny Boy

Congratulations to Dan Lungren -- the winner of the 3rd Congressional Primary

Danny Boy

Oh Danny boy, the pipes,
the pipes are calling
From glen to glen,
and down the mountain side

The summer's gone,
and all the flowers are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you
must go and I must bide

But come ye back
when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed
and white with snow

And I'll be here
in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy,
I love you so

But if you come,
and all the flowers are falling
And I am dead,
as dead I may well be

You'll come and find
the place where I am lying
And kneel and say
an "Ave" there for me

And I will hear,
though soft your tread above me
And o'er my grave
will warmer sweeter be

And you will bend
and tell me that you love me
And I will sleep
in peace until you come to me

But if I live
and should you die for Ireland
Let not your dying thoughts
be just of me

But say a prayer to God
for our dearest Island
I know He'll hear
and help to set her free

And I will take your pike
and place my dearest
And strike a blow,
though weak the blow may be

Twill help the cause
to which your heart was nearest
Oh Danny Boy, Oh, Danny boy
I love you so.


I'm extremely sentimental about the song Danny Boy, as my cousin Jimmy McFadden sang it at both my mother's and father's funerals. Boy were we a weeping and a wailing, and then in the Irish fashion, had some toasting at the wake. For my mother's memorial, we hired a jazz combo to play dance music...she would have loved it.

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back to politics ...

it's Wictory Wednesday

I've done a little bit of my part ... We're going to send a true blue allie (Dan Lungren) to DC to help President Bush in his second term and someone who will help make sure that we've done every single thing we can locally to ensure that there is a second term. I hope all of you are doing your bit ... Have you donated? or volunteered? Have you asked your friends to donate and volunteer? Join the Wictory Wednesday bloggers in encouraging everyone to help

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It's St. Patrick's Month

Come back here every day for Irish Songs, Toasts, Blessings and Jokes

Here's to the four hinges of society.
May you fight, steal, lie and drink.
When you fight, may you fight for your country.
When you steal, may you steal away from bad company.
When you lie, may you lie at the side of your sweetheart.
And when you drink, may you drink with me.

-Irish Toast

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May you have food and raiment,
A soft pillow for your head,
May you be forty years in heaven
Before the devil knows you're dead.

-Irish Toast

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