Dear Readers

Fear not the Darkness, But What Lies Within, The recesses of our mind, The creepy cobwebbed corners,That lingers on and tickles us,With tingle feelings of alarm, The deep in the stomach, Pain we feel when we do warn, The fear is deadly it seeks, The deepest corner of our mind, It's just a story to alarm,Educate and provide entertainment for our minds. So read on dear reader, I hope you find the stories amusing and full of charm.

Thursday, March 17, 2016

Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig -(Happy St. Patrick's Day)

There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
(From an Irish song unknown author)

Madainn mhath
(Good morning)
Feashar math
(Good afternoon)
Oidhche mhath
(Good Evening)

Céad míle fáilte romhat!
(A hundred thousand welcomes)
Dia dhaoibh
(Hello to all)
Is mise Sile
(Sweet Sheilagh is my name)
Go raibh maith agat, a chara ceilidh
(Thank you my friend for visiting and sharing) and
Beannacht Lá Fhéile Pádraig  (Happy St. Patrick's Day)
Saol fada chugat
(Long life to you)

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