“They saw their injured country's woe;
The flaming town, the wasted field;
Then rushed to meet the insulting foe;
They took the spear, - but left the shield.”
___ THE IRISH BALLAD ___About a maid I'll sing a songSing rickety-tickety-tinAbout a maid I'll sing a songWho didn't have her family longNot only did she do them wrongShe did ev'ryone of them in, them inShe did ev'ryone of them inOne morning in a fit of piqueSing rickety-tickety-tinOne morning in a fit of piqueShe drowned her father in the creekThe water tasted bad for a weekAnd we had to make do with gin, with ginWe had to make do with ginHer mother she could never standSing rickety-tickety-tinHer mother she could never standAnd so a cyanide soup she plannedThe lady died with a spoon in her handAnd her face in a hideous grin, a grinHer face in a hideous grinShe set her sister's hair on fireSing rickety-tickety-tinShe set her sister's hair on fireAnd as the smoke and flame rose high'areDanced around the funeral pyrePlayin' a violin, -olinPlayin' a violinShe weighted her brother down with stonesRickety-tickety-tinShe weighted her brother down with stonesAnd sent him off to davy jonesAll they ever found were some bonesAnd occasional pieces of skin, of skinOccasional pieces of skinOne day when she had nothing to doSing rickety-tickety-tinOne day when she had nothing to doShe cut her baby brother in twoAnd served him up as an irish stewAnd invited the neighbors in, them inInvited the neighbors inAnd when at last the police came bySing rickety-tickety-tinAnd when at last the police came byHer little pranks she did not denyTo do so she would have had to lieAnd lying, she knew, was a sin, a sinLying, she knew, was a sinMy tragic tale, I won't prolongSing rickety-tickety-tinMy tragic tale I won't prolongAnd if you don't enjoy the songBlame yourselves if you think it's too longYou should never have let me begin, beginYou should never have let me begin.~ Tom Lehrer
________ To Saint Patrick ________Teacher of the Christian faith of old,Once a boy in Britain, then a priest,Stuff of myth and legend you were soldAs chattel into Ireland where you ceasedIn slavery your native pagan ways.Needing help you found, while tending sheep,The Master Shepherd, who then filled your daysPlenteously with zeal that spoiled your sleep.A fierce determination to convertThe Irish to the way of Christ, the KingResolved the old religion to subvertInstilling awe which steeple bells still ring.Christian rites set Gaelic hearts ablazeKindled by a man of English ways.~ FreeThnke -The Sandiper
EXTRA! EXTA! READ ALL ABOUT IT!SESSIONS FIRES ANDREW McCABE BEFORE HE CAN RETIREhttps://www.nbcnews.com/politics/justice-department/sessions-fires-mccabe-he-can-retire-n856751HALLELUJAH!HALLELUJAH!HALLELUJAH!Jeff Sessions FINALLY grew a pair!HALLELUJAH!
Consequences for malfeasance? Unheard of! :)
FJ...Consequences...there's a new word for the American gov't lexicon!!HAPPY ST PAT'S DAY! To you and FT :-)
Thanks, Z! Happy St. Patty's to you!
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