RINO Sightings: We're after yer Lucky Blogs!
Aye Lads and Lass's it's time for everyone's favorite Monday readins'.
See yours truly is hosting the RINO Sightings for the day, and bein o' course everyone's favorite Irishman, and it being March an all that we thought we might do a lil sumthin regarding the isle of greenery!
So today we have great readin's, song, drink and if you'll supply the dance we'll have a party in the makin's!
So bring your love, bring your shoe's, and bring your own kiester, get yer Uncle Bob, cauze the RINO's are throwin a party, and YOUR the guest of honor! Welcome to the Mountain retreat lad's and lasses.
This party ere? Well it's to give ya lil taste o the Irish, something our host has been doing every weekend this month
Ahh but don't be long in the mouth, eh?
Here lemme show ya around....the boys are justing starting the national anthem!
(The room is filled to the brim with pure Irish, would-be Irish, has-been Irish and never been Irish. The music is loud, some are playing cards, some are dancing, some are merely talkin at the bar in a-typical pub form. But each great you with a hearty hand shake and a name and a little story of their own.)
A Soldier's Song
Soldiers are we,
whose lives are pledged to Ireland
Some have come from a land beyond the wave,
Some to be free,
no more our ancient sireland
Shall shelter the despot or the slave;
tonight we man the Bearna Baoghal
In Erin's cause.
come woe or weal;
'Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal
We'll chant a soldier's song.
"HEY Maloney! ATypical Joe's calling! Says ta tell ya yer deadbeat friend is on Line One!"
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song
With cheering, rousing chorus
As round our blazing fires we thong,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the mornings light
here in the silence of the night
We'll sing a soldier's song
"O'Donnely! C'mere an listen to this guy 'ere."
"What's 'e sayin?"
"Hey mate 'is name is Dane, as in DANEgerous, an' 'e says that Glow-ball worming is just a big bunch of hooey."
"Hooey?"
"Yea 'e says it's a myth! A hoax! A fraud! And we're the gagline!"
"Oh yea!? Well who dunnit....Ain't no one make a joke out a Patrick Duffy O'Donnely! I'll whip'em point me to im!"
"It ain't that simple Patty my lad, c'mere and let'em tell ya...!"
(voices fade in the din of music, and laughter as your host leads you on)
CHORUS
In valley green or towering crag
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag
That's 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 sing a soldier's song
"Doyle! did ya hear this blighter?"
"Hey no, what'd he say Sein?"
"His name's...what'd ya say...Commissar ya say? Hey whut yer parents hate ya lad? Anyway he's sayin somethin bout how The Democrats have a plan for the war! but he says it might be interestin'! Got a helluva debate there on it!"
"Hunh. I may hafta take a looksie! Buy'em a beer, eh?"
CHORUS
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!The Long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Innisfail
Shall set the tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silvery glow,
Out yonder waits the saxon foe,
So sing a soldier's song.
"For fun?"
"For fun!"
"Don't tell the missus, then! She'll think it was me fer sure, since 'ourn is gone!"
(The small group singing aloud changes key and tune's)
Erin go Bragh
I'll tell you a story of a row in the town,
When the green flag went up and the Crown rag came down,
'Twas the neatest and sweetest thing ever you saw,
And they played the best games played in Erin Go Bragh.
"Paulie! Did ye see the price o gas mate?""Yea, but why?"
"Well I 'eard 'bout this guy at a place called Classical Value's and 'e was sayin that Iran is drivin them selves to ruin and raisin gas an basically are gonna be bankrupt!"
"Well hell thats not all bad is it, I mean ain't they buildin nuke's?"
"Aye lad, but I'm bettin that if they build one, the next 5 will be delivered free o' charge!"
One of our comrades was down at Ring's end,
For the honor of Ireland to hold and defend,
He had no veteran soldiers but volunteers raw,
Playing sweet Mauser music for Erin Go Bragh.
Now here's to Pat Pearse and our comrades who died
Tom Clark, MacDonagh, MacDiarmada, McBryde,
And here's to James Connolly who gave one hurrah,
And placed the machine guns for Erin Go Bragh.
"Finnian! Finnian! 'Ere c'mere an meet this guy 'ere!"
"Dammit, James what is it?"
"Finnian do you know who dis guy is? It's Bill of INDC Journal!"
"Yea? Really? Ain't he whot one o' them fella'''who are what ya callit....embedded with troops in Iraq?"
"Thats it mate! Here, buy him a round eh? He's got a great tale about this Marine he met and interviewed over there!"
- One brave English captain was ranting that day,
Saying, "Give me one hour and I'll blow you away,"
But a big Mauser bullet got stuck in his craw,
And he died of lead poisoning in Erin Go Bragh.
"Ahh Regan me love. How are ye?"
"Why, O'Connel, how rude ye are! Can't ye see I'm talkin to this charming fellow right 'ere?"
"Hey? What? Who is 'e?"
"He's called The Bull lad, and he's wondering how some poor lass could die and no one notice in America of all places. Now run along..."
"But...didn' I bring ye flowers lass? Didn' I do that?"
"Aye ye did...but you stole them from Mary O'Leary's garden when ye fell down in her yard drunk last week..."
- Old Ceannt and his comrades like lions at bay,
From the South Dublin Union poured death and dismay,
And what was their horror when the Englishmen saw
All the dead khaki soldiers in Erin Go Bragh.
"Maureen, lass, who is this lad?""Why he's called Digger and he has a brain he's tellin me about this man named Bill Richards in New Mexico trying to unify people of all races and colurs and creeds in America!"
"Why would he go and do somethin like that?"
"Why silly boyo, the man who tried it was very succesful!"
- Now here's to old Dublin, and here's her renown,
In the long generation her fame will go down,
And our children will tell how their forefathers saw,
The red blaze of freedom in Erin Go Braugh.
As ye can see we have all kinds and thing 'ere. Feel free to visit them all And be safe this weekend, eh? Don't drink an drive, stick with yer mate's and hopefully we'll see you again.
Happy St Patricks Day to ya!