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She came, softly padding feet through the hallway, to a place she knew not.
She came, bearing all the weight of the world, heavy on the shoulders, and chased me through my dreams.
And a simple smile kissed the lips of the drunken fool, who, in waiting, came to be the lone knight of Camelot.
The lord blessed the day with fire, to light up her eyes, awakening the beast inside the earth
The beast who lived and under whose claws the mighty have fallen
She said to the knight, Of all the beings so bright, your the lowest like me but it went unheard.
And in through the shinning sun, darkness, the beast, came to ravage the peace.
The room, spinning and confusing he, lost track of the angel.
Who was lost, again, to the night.




“The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.”
― G.K. Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse.




“The Celt, and his cromlechs, and his pillar-stones, these will not change much – indeed, it is doubtful if anybody at all changes at any time. In spite of hosts of deniers, and asserters, and wise-men, and professors, the majority still are adverse to sitting down to dine thirteen at a table, or being helped to salt, or walking under a ladder, of seeing a single magpie flirting his chequered tale. There are, of course, children of light who have set their faces against all this, although even a newspaperman, if you entice him into a cemetery at midnight, will believe in phantoms, for everyone is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt, unlike any other, is a visionary without scratching.”
― W.B. Yeats




Old Cradle Song.

Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
Mother dear her watch is keeping
All through the night
God is here youll not be lonely
All through the night
Tis not I who guards thee only
All through the night
Nights dark shades will soon be over
Still my watchful care shall hover
God with me His watch is keeping
All through the night.



Wherever you go and whatever you do
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.


Ni tir gan teanga .

Is fhearr fheuchainn na bhith san duil

Tada gan iarracht
Country
 Ireland
Favorite Movies & Shows
the wind that shakes the barley
Favorite Music
irish Trad . various .
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Lone Knight Rider
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About Me
She came, softly padding feet through the hallway, to a place she knew not.
She came, bearing all the weight of the world, heavy on the shoulders, and chased me through my dreams.
And a simple smile kissed the lips of the drunken fool, who, in waiting, came to be the lone knight of Camelot.
The lord blessed the day with fire, to light up her eyes, awakening the beast inside the earth
The beast who lived and under whose claws the mighty have fallen
She said to the knight, Of all the beings so bright, your the lowest like me but it went unheard.
And in through the shinning sun, darkness, the beast, came to ravage the peace.
The room, spinning and confusing he, lost track of the angel.
Who was lost, again, to the night.




“The great Gaels of Ireland are the men that God made mad,
For all their wars are merry, and all their songs are sad.”
― G.K. Chesterton, The Ballad of the White Horse.




“The Celt, and his cromlechs, and his pillar-stones, these will not change much – indeed, it is doubtful if anybody at all changes at any time. In spite of hosts of deniers, and asserters, and wise-men, and professors, the majority still are adverse to sitting down to dine thirteen at a table, or being helped to salt, or walking under a ladder, of seeing a single magpie flirting his chequered tale. There are, of course, children of light who have set their faces against all this, although even a newspaperman, if you entice him into a cemetery at midnight, will believe in phantoms, for everyone is a visionary, if you scratch him deep enough. But the Celt, unlike any other, is a visionary without scratching.”
― W.B. Yeats




Old Cradle Song.

Sleep, my babe, lie still and slumber,
All through the night
Guardian angels God will lend thee,
All through the night
Soft and drowsy hours are creeping
Hill and vale in slumber sleeping
Mother dear her watch is keeping
All through the night
God is here youll not be lonely
All through the night
Tis not I who guards thee only
All through the night
Nights dark shades will soon be over
Still my watchful care shall hover
God with me His watch is keeping
All through the night.



Wherever you go and whatever you do
May the luck of the Irish be there with you.


Ni tir gan teanga .

Is fhearr fheuchainn na bhith san duil

Tada gan iarracht
Country
 Ireland
Favorite Movies & Shows
the wind that shakes the barley
Favorite Music
irish Trad . various .
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