‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’by John William Cherry

‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’ by John William Cherry There’s a dear little plant that grows on our isle. ‘Twas St. Patrick himself that sure set it; and the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, and with dew from his eye often wet it. It shines thro’ the bog. Thro’ the brake […]

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‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’by John William Cherry

‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’ by John William Cherry There’s a dear little plant that grows on our isle. ‘Twas St. Patrick himself that sure set it; and the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, and with dew from his eye often wet it. It shines thro’ the bog. Thro’ the brake […]

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‘Arlene’s Anthem’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Arlene’s Anthem’ [To be sung to the air of the Wild Rover] (Seósamh Ó Ceannáinn) © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. I’ve been DUP leader for quite a few years, My electorate’s ragin’ and holding their ears I told Patrick Kielty on TV one night That a United Ireland would put me to flight And […]

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‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’ by John William Cherry

‘The Dear Little Shamrock of Ireland’ by John William Cherry There’s a dear little plant that grows on our isle. ‘Twas St. Patrick himself that sure set it; and the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile, and with dew from his eye often wet it. It shines thro’ the bog. Thro’ the brake […]

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‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved.

‘Martha’s Final Teardrop’ © Joe Canning 2018. All Rights Reserved. In a cold room of whispering lips, A small glint of sunlight dressed her face. Like a heavenly ray it brought colour to her Frail and wasted anaemic cheekbones. She used to scold us for calling her Martha. ‘I’m your mother and never forget that’. […]

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“Memories Set In Stone” © Mac 2017. All Rights Reserved.

“Memories Set In Stone” © Mac 2017. All Rights Reserved. Meals and memories were made here. This little house has seen love year after year. The years have seen love, laughter, the odd fight And, of course, many a late nite, With the whiskey flowing the craic always going. There was music played and many […]

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