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Hi Spanish Eyes, and Dermot, I too have a Great Grandmother who came from County Cork. Her name was Margaret Toomey. I don't know where in County Cork she came from, but she came to England as a young woman and married one Jesse Saunders, and their daughter was my paternal Grandmother. Discovering them has been quite an adventure for me, as my father was killed in the last war before I was born and 'we' lost touch with my paternal family, family upset big time!!! My mother married again when I was 4, and to be honest I've never gave my paternal family much thought while I was growing up; now I'm a 'mature'! lady and my parents are dead, I've become more and more interested to know a)who they all were, and b) where I actually came from. The journey has been fascinating, and I'm really glad that I went there.

The Lake Isle of Innisfree.

I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree.
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made.
Nine bean-rows will i have there, a hive for the honey-bee.
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.

And i shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings:
There midnight,s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet,s wings.

I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore:
While i stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey.
I hear it in the deep heart,s core.
W.B.Yeats.

OK Dermot, which part of Ireland are you or your family from. Mine are Dublin and Wexford.

I am now singing you latest entry the lovely 'Mountain Dew'

Lizlynes

I like you entry. I must try to put my brain in Gear
Will be back later

Mountain Dew.
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Let the grasses grow and the waters flow in a free and easy way,
But give me enough of the rare old stuff that's made near Galway Bay.

Come 'goughers all from Donegal, Sligo and Leitrim too
We'll give them the slip and we'll take a sip of the rare old mountain dew.

There's a neat little still at the foot of the hill where the smoke curls up to the sky;
By a whiff of the smell you can tell right well that there's poitin boys close by.

For it fills the air with perfume rare and betwixt both you and me
As home we roll , we can drink a bowl, or a bucket full of mountain dew.

Now learned men as use the pen have writ the praises high
Of the rare poitin from Ireland green, distilled from wheat and rye

Away with your pills, it'll cure all ills be you Pagan, Christian or Jew.
So take of your coat and grease your throat with a bucket full of mountain dew.

John Owen 1560-1622


God and the Doctor we alike adore
But only when in danger, not before;
The danger o'er both are alike requited,
God is forgotten and the Doctor slighted!

A new page Dermot. Congratulations, if it wasn't for people such as you, we would not have the pleasure of theses wonderful poems, songs and sayings etc.

09.32 Spain :-D

The most important leg of a three-legged stool is the broken one.

Would a fly without wings be called a walk?

My mother used to say,
"A son is a son till he takes a wife
A daughter is a daughter for the rest of her life"

Thank you Dermot, another song that was sung in our home.
My fater was adopted as were all the children except one, at the time of the troubles they ere a dived bunch but once in the home, my grandmother would take anything offensive away from them and they became a real family again.
These remind me of my grandmother.

20.59 hrs Spain

The Galway Shawl.
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At Oranmore in the County Galway,
One pleasant evening in the month of May,
I spied a damsel, she was young and handsome
Her beauty fairly took my breath away.

Chorus:
She wore no jewels, nor costly diamonds,
No paint or powder, no, none at all.
But she wore a bonnet with a ribbon on it
And round her shoulder was a Galway Shawl.

We kept on walking, she kept on talking,
'Till her father's cottage came into view.
Says she, "Come in, sir, and meet my father,
And play to please him The Foggy Dew."

She sat me down beside the fire
I could see her father, he was six feet tall.
And soon her mother had the kettle singing
All I could think of was the Galway shawl.

I played The Blackbird and The Stack of Barley
Rodney's Glory and The Foggy Dew
She sang each note like an Irish linnet.
Whilst the tears stood in her eyes of blue.

'Twas early, early, all in the morning,
When I hit the road for old Donegal.
She said goodbye, sir, she cried and kissed me,
And my heart remained with that Galway shawl.

Um! Have to have a think about that Spanish Eyes!!!!

I shall be adding on here again, later today. It is easier to do that on my desk top than on my iPad. Dermot, where are you? I sooo look forward to your sayings. Also please add some more Irish poems etc, I really enjoy them, I am going to see if I can find an Irish poetry book. Any suggestions.

Oh I wish my dad was here he would be reciting them.

Nothing to do with anything else on here, I just had this thought.
Is it possible to write something in English using the alphabet in order, from start to finish???

:-S

10.25 Spain

Experience is a hard teacher. She gives the test first & the lesson afterwards.

Rupert Brooke

There's Wisdom in Women

June 1913

Oh love is fair, and love is rare;' my dear one she said,
'But love goes lightly over'. I bowed her foolish head,
And kissed her hair and laughed at her. Such a child
Was she;

But there's wisdom in women, of more than they have known,
And thoughts go blowing through them, are wiser than
Their own,
Or how should my dear one, being ignorant and young,
Have cried on love so bitterly, with so true a Tongue?

One Day

Today I have been happy. All the day
I held the memory of you, and wove
Itslaughter with the dancing light o' the spray,
And sowed the sky with tiny clouds of love,
And sent you following the White waves of sea,
And crowned your head with fancies,nothing worth,
Stray buds from that old dust of misery,
Being glad with a new foolish mirth.

Slightly I played with those dark memories,
Just as a child, beneath the summer skies,
Plays hour by hour with a strange shining stone,
For which ( he knows not) towns were fire of old,
And love has been betrayed, murder done,
and great kings turned to A little bitter mould.

The Pacific, October 1913

There is honour in defeat as well as in victory - even though that approach is sometimes regarded by many as a philosophy of despair.

There is always a shortgage of the things I need most & a surplus of the items I would gladly do without.

Funny that!

I've now changed my name from N.N to Lizlynes, so here goes!

The kiss of sun for pardon,
The song of birds for mirth,
One is nearer God's heart in a garden
Than anywhere else on earth.


God's Garden Mrs Dorothy Frances Gurney 1858-1932

Dun na Ri

Oh how the memories fled back to me when I read this. Indeed it brought tears to my eyes so vivid those memories are,
My father used to recite this to me when I was very young, I could not recall all the lines so a very big THANK YOU from me.

23.02 hrs Spain

The Mother
(Padraig Pearse 1879-1916)
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I do not grudge them: Lord, I do not grudge
My two strong sons that I have seen go out
To break their strength and die, they and a few,
In bloody protest for a glorious thing,
They shall be spoken of among their people,
The generations shall remember them,
And call them blessed;
But I will speak their names to my own heart
In the long nights;
The little names that were familiar once
Round my dead hearth.
Lord, thou art hard on mothers:
We suffer in their coming and their going;
And tho’ I grudge them not, I weary, weary
Of the long sorrow - And yet I have my joy:
My sons were faithful, and they fought.