Monday, March 17, 2008

Erin go bragh!

An Irish toast for ye, me dearlings, for when ye hoist your wee dram:


May those who love us, love us.

And those who don't love us, may God turn their hearts

And if He won't turn their hearts, may He turn their ankles

So we'll know them by their limping


And what would this day be, then, without some singin' to go with the drink?


In Dublin's Fair City
Where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheel'd her wheel barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

Alive, alive o!, alive, alive o!
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

She was a fishmonger
But sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheel'd their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

She died of a fever

And no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying cockles and mussels alive, alive o!

1 comment:

Kbg said...

Cute sayings.

And, yes, I was singing along with the song...nice and loud and enjoying every minute of it. Good thing no one was here to hear.

Fun post!