From the folk song.......
It’s pitch black in Cork and I’m being hand-led home. I’d get lost in weather like this. The carnival is
still going. It’s all lit up and following us through the trees. It might even follow us up into the house.
Between the moon and this ferris wheel we’ve some cohort of admirers.
still going. It’s all lit up and following us through the trees. It might even follow us up into the house.
Between the moon and this ferris wheel we’ve some cohort of admirers.
We’ve some excuses to make. We should be long back by now. “Erah, we’ll get them some chips
and they’ll relax soon enough.” I’m sceptical. “They’ll settle after a while. You’ll see now once we get
them a battered sausage each there won’t be half the fuss you’re expecting.” That’s all well and
good but he’s not taking the ferris wheel into account. The garden is very small and that thing is
dead set on coming home with us.
and they’ll relax soon enough.” I’m sceptical. “They’ll settle after a while. You’ll see now once we get
them a battered sausage each there won’t be half the fuss you’re expecting.” That’s all well and
good but he’s not taking the ferris wheel into account. The garden is very small and that thing is
dead set on coming home with us.
If all the young men were hares on the mountain.
Lo and behold not an issue is raised. In fact, it’s not long before we’re all gone up to our beds. Not a
word is mentioned about the large rotating mechanism keeping vigil out front. I wonder is it almost
morning? That’s either breakfast happening down there or somebody can’t sleep. I wonder will I join
them? Not at all, I’m absolutely exhausted.
word is mentioned about the large rotating mechanism keeping vigil out front. I wonder is it almost
morning? That’s either breakfast happening down there or somebody can’t sleep. I wonder will I join
them? Not at all, I’m absolutely exhausted.
If all the young men were hares on the mountain.
“It’d make you sick to the stomach the way they spin things,” “Ah stop, have they no shame at all?”
In fairness now, it just looked like a laugh to me. Did they never have fun when they were small? I
suppose there wasn’t time enough in the day between the machines and the milk. Wasn’t it a great
thing for your man who discovered colour? “Look at the lot of them, hoppin’ around the feckin’
place.” “Yer man there is off his head.” I think he’s only having some fun but I get their point. He is
very loud and he looks a bit like Justin.
In fairness now, it just looked like a laugh to me. Did they never have fun when they were small? I
suppose there wasn’t time enough in the day between the machines and the milk. Wasn’t it a great
thing for your man who discovered colour? “Look at the lot of them, hoppin’ around the feckin’
place.” “Yer man there is off his head.” I think he’s only having some fun but I get their point. He is
very loud and he looks a bit like Justin.
If all the young men were hares on the mountain.
I can’t stand the sight of porridge and it tastes like texture. Would ducks not prefer it if their bread
was fresh? Can priests have wives and why would they want them? If all the young men were hares
on the mountain, how many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
was fresh? Can priests have wives and why would they want them? If all the young men were hares
on the mountain, how many young girls would take guns and go hunting?
