Shireroth

As I strolled down the oul townWith my face to the sky, in a frownI saw a friend of mine, old trueAnd said to him "How treats it you?"He looked on me, with a sorrowful gazeAnd spake misery has entered my daysAnd when I enquired to the loss of his smileHe lamented the loss of our good IsleA man's dignity can undergoSuch horrors as the world can showBut in his land, and in his mindDuty and honour, are entertwined.Fall roll dee low, fall roll dee lieBlack birds, shrieking, fall from the skyFall roll dee low, fall roll dee leeHave pity, world, on poor oul me. -A. DubhgiollaIt's a rainy Sunday, and I have nothing to do. The goddamn National Committee meeting is next weekend, when I actually have anything to do... ZirandorthelThe Golden DarknessNiirus Tinenetuwar"In order to find his equal, an Irishman is forced to talk to God."-Stephen Braveheart