Lent Day Thirteen

Monday, March 17, 2014 – Top of the mornin to ye, Lads and Lassies. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, and all that blarney. Tis St. Paddy’s Day where the whole world celebrates being Irish for a wee period of time. Bars are filled with individuals celebrating with green beer and boiled potatoes – the national food of Ireland. Wouldn’t it be more fitting to fast on St. Patrick’s Day since the British almost starved them into extinction? You know “another martyr for old Ireland; another murder for the Crown; the British laws may crush the Irish; but cannot keep her spirits down.” That is from Kevin Barry, an Irish revolutionary song. This history of Ireland is a sad one. No wonder the Irish are known for drinking. And you may know some of the words of this song. Here is the first verse to sing along.
Over in Killarney,
Many years ago,
Me mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good ould Irish way,
And I’d give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Hush, now don’t you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral,
That’s an Irish lullaby.

So true. So true. I hope you are wearing green and that Irish Eyes are Smiling on you today. Nevertheless, I still do not want Notre Dame to win!