Well, AD just screwed me again! Had entire thing pasted and soon as I clicked the UPDATE button, ONLY THEN found out that AD server had KICKED ME OFF WITH NO WARNING!

All was composed in WORD, then pasted the additional SONG from website, then added 2 MIDI files. ALL worked in WORD.doc - but when sent as email test, 2 songs LOST in space. Then same thing here.

Sorry gals n' guys, I tried, but I must be a NUDNICK?

TOM.

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“Erin Go Bragh!”

Copyright: 3/16/2007
TOM HYLAND


T’was the day before Saint Patty’s,
And I couldn’t Sleep,
Got up at Five-Thirty,
No Luck counting Sheep!

Made me some Java
And lit up a Smoke,
Then surfed the Net,
All emails were Okey-Doke!

Sent out some eCards,
Which were pretty Nice,
Then searched for a Love,
Like Rollin’ the Dice!

Faith n’ Begorrah,
What could I do?
Typed up this Poesy,
Just for You!

From The Emerald Isle,
He chased the Snakes,
Lots O’ GREEN BEER
Will cure your Shakes!

Singin’ Danny Boy,
N’ Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ral,
With a Lilt O’ Irish Laughter,
Ye’ll have a Grand Irish Smile!

Sometimes they call it Gaelic,
Sometimes it’s called Erse,
Either way, I’d like to say,
I hope you like my Verse!

I may not come from Killarney,
But I’m still O’ fill of BLARNEY!
I wish Ye a Four-Leaf Clover,
Fresh from the Cliffs of Dover!

‘Tis a Shamrock, Ye’ll have ta hold,
Ta find yer Pot O’ Gold,
Slainte! means Cheers! I’m a-Wishin’
N’ Hopin’ Ye’ll get a Bunch O’Kissin’!

Erin Go Bragh!
means Ireland Forever!
But too much Tullamore Dew
Can ‘fry’ yer Liver!

So, Belly Up to the Bar,
And enjoy yer Libation,
But be Careful n’ Sure,
To Observe Moderation!


Tom



FOOTNOTE:

If this works,
I’ll be amazed,
Inserted some CLICKS below
So MUSIC
Might be Played!



I HAD NO IDEA THIS SONG EVEN EXISTED,
‘TIL I GOOGLED!
NOR NEVER SAW THE LYRICS,
NOR KNEW THE HISTORY


IF IT DIDN’T WORK,
THEN I’M A JERK,
WHOSE MIND IS STILL A MYSTERY!



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ERIN GO BRAGH!

Lyrics

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.



SLAINTE!