I had 30 mins and have been wanting to take pics of these kids with their adorable garb, including my old coat. Yesterday we had 30 minutes before dinner, a little later than I wanted but we got dressed, wiped boogers off their faces as much as I could and ran out to the studio to play tin whistles and talk like leprechauns . I sure do have the luck of the Irish on my side with these two sweet Irish souls.
Wishing You a Rainbow
Irish Blessing
Wishing you a rainbow
For sunlight after showers-
Miles and miles of Irish smiles
For golden happy hours-
Shamrocks at your doorway
For luck and laughter too,
And a host of friends that never ends
Each day your whole life through!
We used to love singing these two songs when we were little, hum them out today with your Kids or dogs, yourself, what ever floats your boat.
Love & Joy
Siobhan
Bog Down in The Valley-O
(Chorus)
O-ro the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o
O-ro the rattlin’ bog,
The bog down in the valley-o
And in that bog there was a tree,
A rare tree, a rattlin’ tree
With the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that tree there was a limb,
A rare limb, a rattlin’ limb
With the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that limb there was a branch,
A rare branch, a rattlin’ branch
With the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that branch there was a twig,
A rare twig, a rattlin’ twig
With the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that twig there was a nest,
A rare nest, a rattlin’ nest
With the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now in that nest there was an egg,
A rare egg, a rattlin’ egg,
With the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now in that egg there was a bird,
A rare bird, a rattlin’ bird
With the bird in the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that bird there was a feather,
A rare feather, a rattlin’ feather,
With the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
Now on that feather there was a flea,
A rare flea, a rattlin’ flea
With the flea on the feather,
And the feather on the bird,
And the bird in the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the twig,
And the twig on the branch,
And the branch on the limb
And the limb on the tree
And the tree in the bog
And the bog down in the valley-o.
(Chorus)
TELL ME MA
I’ll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’til I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She’s the belle of Belfast City,
She goes courtin’, a one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Now Albert Mooney says he loves her,
Now the boys are fighting for her.
Knockin’ on the door and they’re ringin’ the bell, sayin’
“Oh my true love, are you well?”
Out she comes as white as snow
With rings on her fingers and bells on her toes.
Johnny Murphy says she’ll die
If she doesn’t get the fellow with the roving eye.
I’ll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’til I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She’s the belle of Belfast City,
She goes courtin’, a one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high,
And the snow come shoveling from the sky.
She’s as nice as apple pie,
And she’ll get her own lad by and by!
When she gets a lad of her own
She won’t tell her ma when she comes home.
Let them all come as they will
It’s Patrick Murphy she loves still!
I’ll tell me ma when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
But that’s all right ’til I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty,
She’s the belle of Belfast City,
She goes courtin’, a one, two, three
Please won’t you tell me who is she?
(2x)
