Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Hey Ya'll!

Well I had a good time, freezing to death, falling into thorn bushes, Finding a cemetery 100 yards from my campsite, Getting chased by a coyote, Okay it might not have been that bad, I did really have a good time.

Here are couple Pics from the Boy Scouts trip

Simper Fi!

(And a very late happy new year!)

It was on a dreary New Years day
when the shade of night came down,
a lorry load of volunteers approached the border town.
There were men from Dublin and from Cork,
Fermanagh and Tyrone,
But the leader was a Limerick man
Sean South of Garryowen.

And as they moved along the street
up to the barracks door ,
They scorned the danger the would meet
the fate that lay in store.
They were fighting for old Ireland
and for their very own,
And the foremost of this gallant band
was South of Garryowen.

But the Seargent spoiled their daring plans
he spied them through the door,
And with sten guns and with rifle
a hail of death did pour.
But before that awful night was past
two men lay cold as stone,
There was one from near the border
and one from Garryowen.

No more he'll hear the seagull cry
o'er the murmuring Shannon tide.
For he fell beneath a northern sky
brave O'Hanlon by his side.
They have gone to join that gallant band
of Plunkett Pearse and Tone,
Another martyr for old Ireland
Sean South of Garryowen.