Posted by butch on June 02, 2001 at 06:02:39:
In Reply to: Neer cast a clout till May is out, posted by max on June 01, 2001 at 21:27:24:
Time to put away the "Ballyclava", gloves with holesin them, big thick woolen socks, and your woolen gansey, and your hot water bottle,no more chillblain ,or breaking the ice in the barrel,no more skating on the louchain in Blackfort,no more will Mike MacManamon slide down 50 feet on the ice covered road from McGoughs to his house on his hob-nailed boots!. "THe hedges are all drowned in green grass seas, And bobbing poppies flare like Elmor's light,While siren -like ,the pollen- stained bees drone in the clover depths. And up the height the cuckoo's voice is hoarse, and broke with joy , And on the lowland crops the crows make raid, Nor fear the clappers of the farmers boy, Who sleeps like drunken Noah in the shade. Francis Ledwidge (1891-1917) . Break out my Khaky's James and a bottle of Stout!.
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