Red Is The Rose...
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'Not All Who Wander Are Lost.' - J.R.R. Tolkien.
Kids are launched.
I've a streak of wanderlust and nothing holding me anywhere ...
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My children are all half Irish, and perhaps these roses can be for them.
Yes, my ex was pure Irish but he is a good Irish, or wouldn't have been married for 30 years Mic.lol..
Catholic blood, still thinks I'm his wife even as we divorced in 2010.
Much obliged, rads...
I do think that " Red is the rose " is a pretty tune but I do have an affinity for roses. My mother had climbing roses growing all over the chicken wire fence that separated the chicken pen from the rest of the yard. Having chickens on the outskirts of Falls Church was not easy but you would never know it by looking at those gorgeous roses. I still can see them in my mind's eye and I do want to have climbing roses at the far end of my house here. There is a chain link fence and I think that to grow a covering of roses would be just about the prettiest thing I could think of. I only hope that they could be as gorgeous as the ones my mother grew.
Or perhaps it's the green beer...
Red is your nose
So many Irish on the blogs. There must be something in the water.
We're all over the world not just the blogs.
Blame the Brits
Go on home british soldiers go on home. Have you got no f homes of you own! f your ...
Like Chicago's river turning green...
@ ba - Maybe it IS something in the the water...
Nop, proudly celtic but no irish
Regardless of whom this song is for, it's a day to be proud of having Celtic blood. Proud to Irish blood.
Go raibh mile maith agat
wouldn't be Paddies around here unless it was uploaded by you,
to keeping up traditions
More Murkuns claim Irish descent than there are people living in Ireland!
:Irish:
Mic, that is not surprising really considering how many people had to emigrate from here. And because they were staunch Catholics they had large families.
Plus, anybody with even a trace of Irish claim it, so that accounts for the millions.
Miclee
Yup, that’s what my Arty told MiMi too, that there are ‘more Murkuns claim Irish descent than there are people living in Ireland!’
Danny Boy...
There have been a number of 'interpretations' of the song's meaning.
According to one version, it's an Irish mother bidding her son farewell as he embarks on a new life in America.
Her reference to her death suggests she's letting him go to escape the Great Famine of the 1840s.
I imagine many Irish-Americans regard it so.
I'm partial to the above
Between the inflections & well placed pauses of just the right length...
Deanna nailed it.
IMO
We might cheer them on better if we knew the team's name
Just sayin'.
Between it's origins and possible interpretations, the song has an interesting past.
:Irish:
The Town I Loved so Well is one of my favourites. Again very evocative and sad.
However, I will pass on your suggestions to our government
I recall a lady who went out with my Irish friend Lyle some years ago. She told me the next day, "I have a little bit of Irish in me."
I replied, "You do?"
She answered, "Well, I did last night when I was with Lyle."
And why 'Danny Boy' suggests a dying mother bidding her son farewell...
A lowly fungus on an Irish vegetable (which originated in the Murkas) forced Irish immigration to Murka.
And today the Chicago River runs green.
Kinda amazing when you think 'bout it.
"Don't mind him, Sarge. He's his own worst enemy."
"Not while I'm alive he's not!"
'The Fighting 69th' was a real military unit composed of New York Irish.
Originally formed during the U.S. Civil War (1861-65) it achieved notoriety during WWI.
'Fighting' Father Francis Patrick Duffy was the unit's chaplain.
He became the most highly decorated cleric in U.S. military history.
Gen. Douglas MacArthur later related that Fr. Duffy was considered for appointment to Regimental Commander - a consideration not merely rare, but unique for a member of the Chaplain Corps.
Note also in the above
The cast is a remarkable list of Irish-Murkun actors.