Posted by Butch on May 11, 2001 at 13:51:11:
The Bishop sat in lordly state and PURPLE cap sublime that GALVINISED the old bush Church at Confirmation time! ,and the all the kids were mustered up, from fifty miles around, with Sunday clothes, and staring eyes, and ignorance! Profound!.Nor was it fate, or was it grace, that whereby they yarded too, an overgrown two storey lad, from TANGMALANGMALOO .A hefty son of virgin soil, where nature has it's fling, and grows the treefoil three feet high, there mats it, in the spring, ,there mighty hillls, uplift their heads to pierce the welkin's rim, and tree's sprout up a hundred feet, before they shoot a limb, There everything, is big and grand, and men are GIANTS too, but Christian Knowledge!,Wilts!,alas! In TANGMALANGMALOO. The Bishop summed, the youngsters up, as Bishop's only can, and cast a searching glance around, then fixed upon your man!' but glum,and dumb, thro every bout, he sat, he seemed to think, that ,he was there, but, was'nt sure of that!. The Bishop gave a scornfull look, as Bishop's sometimes do, and glared! Right through, the pagan in, From TANGMALANGMALOO . "Come tell me boy!" The Bishop said, in crushing tones severe, "Come tell me, and why, is Christmass day, the greatest of the year?,Why is it wandering ones return, with smiles , and greetings too,and send a name a name upon a card to those who are far away .He gave a lurch which set a shake the vases on the shelf, he knocked the benches all askew, up-ending, of himself, and oh, how pleased his Lordship was, and, how he smiled to say , "Thats good my boy come tell me , and what is Christmass day?. The ready answer bared a fact no Bishop ever knew, "Tis the day before the races out at TANGMALANGMALOO!. An excerpt from "Around The Boiree Log" by Robert Service, transcribed entirely from memory, acknowledgements to my cerebreal hard drive,and for my daughter Helen, recently confirmed, for Que, for all the very talented contributers on the Castlebar board of Nostalgia.