Saoirise
Since Feb 17, 2007
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Saoirse
("sear + sha)
Irish word saoirse "freedom, liberty." It has only been used since the 1920s and has strong patriotic overtones.
It has become a very popular baby girl name in Ireland in recent years.
(Yes, I know I spelled it wrong, Saoirise. A typo when I entered it. What am I gonna do about it?!)
"Tell me what you love and I'll tell you who you are."
Emigrated to Los Angeles, CA from the west of Ireland (US Citizen). I am a proud US Military Supporter. I love this great country!
"Freedom is not free, but the U.S. Marine Corps will pay most of your share."
~Ned Dolan
Please pray for our Military. The current Administration is doing its best to break the backs and morale of the finest fighting machine that God has ever created!
Let Freedom Ring
Ladies and Gentlemen, the sound of Freedom!
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OORAH and Semper Fi !!!!
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To know where you're going you must know from where you came.
The Soldier's Song - Words / Lyrics
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we throng,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the morning's light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
Chorus:
Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland;
Some have come from a land beyond the wave.
Sworn to be free, No more our ancient sire land
Shall shelter the despot or the slave.
Tonight we man the gap of danger
In Erin's cause, come woe or weal
'Mid cannons' roar and rifles peal,
We'll chant a soldier's song.
In valley green, on towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's proudly floating o'er us.
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march, the foe to face,
We'll chant a soldier's song
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!
The long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Inisfail
Shall set the Tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silv'ry glow,
Out yonder waits the Saxon foe,
So chant a soldier's song.
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and warm your heart and home.
May good and faithful friends be yours,
wherever you may roam.
May peace and plenty bless your world
with joy that long endures.
May all life's passing seasons
bring the best to you and yours"