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Is do John Gaelach-bréige Kerry, go salaí scata Fomhórach ólta do chuid airgid caim.
The Irish curse engine, an invaluable infernal resource for calling down doom on your enemies, is at
http://hermes.lincolnu.edu/~focal/scripts/mallacht.htm
Thank you, Miss Dutchess, for this marvelous post with the green thread running through it...love the Pledge pic.
I have two nephews in Ireland at the moment, one writing the great novel, the other playing guitar and singing Johnny Cash songs in a hotel bar.
It's wonderful life, and a good day to be Irish...)
Thanks for the thread, dutchess and Billie...Wonderful theme and decorations!
WHO THREW THE OVERALLS IN MRS. MURPHY'S CHOWDER ?
Mrs. Murphy gave a party just about a week ago.
Everything was plentiful, The Murphys, they're not slow.
They treated us like gentlemen, we tried to act the same,
If it weren't for what happened...Well, it was a doggone shame.
When Mrs. Murphy dished the chowder out, she fainted on the spot.
She found a pair of overalls at the bottom of the pot.
McGinty, he got roaring mad, his eyes were bulging out,
He jumped onto the piano and loudly he did shout......
"Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke, so he shouted all the louder,
"It's a rotten trick that's true, I can lick the drip that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."
They dragged the pants from out the soup and laid them on the floor.
Each man swore upon his life, he'd ne'er seen them before.
They were plastered up with mortar and had patches on the knee,
They'd had their many ups and downs as we could plainly see.
And when Mrs. Murphy, she came to, she b'gan to cry and pout,
She'd put them in the wash that day and forgot to pull them out.
McGinty, he excused himself for what he said that night,
So we put music to the words and sang with all our might....
"Who threw the overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder?"
Nobody spoke, so we shouted all the louder,
"It's a rotten trick that's true, and we'll lick the drip that threw
The overalls in Mrs. Murphy's chowder."
