A Soilders Christmas

A Soldiers Christmas.

In a foreign land on a far away shore,

A Soldier on guard asks no more.

To protect the people he was sent here for,

And give them security and much, much more.

But as he gazes at a star lit sky,

He asks himself the reason why,

Of these people so poor and thin,

Are harried, tortured and some are killed.

Not for them this Christmas day,

In this barren land so far away.

But the cry of a mother giving birth,

And a child is born on this Christmas night

Like our Savior on this fateful day,

Who had to flee and stay away,

This baby will wander the same way,

So pray for this child of heavenly grace

And Peace be upon  him for God's sake !

Peace ! 

An Irish Christmas Welcome

An Irish Christmas Welcome 

Gather around my fire dear friend, sup awhile with me,

Enjoy my Christmas fare my friend, you're as welcome as can be,

For is it not the Irish way, though stranger you maybe, 

To share our home with you my friend with hospitality ! 

The Irish way at Christmas time is fun and a joy to see,

When all the love and happiness is given quite free,

So join our happy band and sing some some songs with me, 

The fiddle and the harp will play a lively jig for thee!

So if your Feeling Lonely with nothing else to do 

Or if your all alone and really feeling blue,

Stand up straight and be quite bright,for there is nothing else to do,

But to have an Irish Christmas and join a friend or two!           

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Spread the Cheer ! Share The Cheer ! 

Stormy Seas

Bonaventura Peeters, the Elder 1640

Stormy Seas 

" Stormy weather " Old Sam said ,as he bought his boat into its head.

"Steer for the light at Tusker Rock and cut the nets or we're in for a shock" 

The nets were cut,the clouds raced on, 

Past old Sam's boat towards the dawn, 

But the waves got higher as he threw the helm, 

Hoping he would save his crew of men. 

"Cut the rigging,stow the mast,save the oars till the last,

Light the flare,send it high "

And he prayed they would see in this terrible sky 

"Bail fast lads and keep it out, before we flounder,I'll come about "

But The boat was heavy with water then 

And the waves 

They pounded the boat again. 

" I 'll not be beaten confound you sir "

As he roared at Neptune in his lair 

"Take to the oars my hearty boys

 for Neptune's playing us like one of his toys "

The boys pulled strong against the wind,

Three Leagues on and they would win,

Not for them a watery grave ,

Old Sam Shouted them on "be brave "

Now Neptune watched from down beneath

Amazed at the fortitude Old Sam did bequeath 

I'll spare you your men if you stand by my side 

Old Sam roared out  " I have my guide "

For the light at Tusker was nearer now 

It's shiny rocks a glimmering brow 

"heave to that line and make it strong or 

Neptune will have us all gone" 

They climbed up on those slippery rocks 

Old Sam knew that he had outfoxed

King Neptune standing way out there 

Waving his trusty trident, furiously in the air! 

   

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IRELAND'S HARVEST 

Harvest Time from The  National Library Of Ireland


O land of plenty,land of few,
Your emerald crown covers you,
Your terrible waste of fertile soil,
That sends its produce abroad to spoil!.

Let sense prevail in your fair land,
Store your crops for future clans,
Store them strong and store them well,
So that
Young seeds,
Prides may swell!  

Our History in its past,
Is long,
The jewels in its arts,
So strong,
Don't fence it in,
Just let it grow,
Then harvest
In the after glow.

The blight that hit us long ago
Drove us from the homes we know,
But that is gone, long past by.
Is it right that it should affect us now?

So put away your pesticides of hate,
Stand tall ,have pride in your state,
Gently gather in your crops
For now the killing
Has got to
Stop !  

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White Horses

White Horses 

The white capped waves they thunder in and shift

The sands to where the rocks begin,

A million years they have shaped the sands and 

created continents and brand new lands. 

To watch the white horses frolic and play, 

Is a joy to watch on a stormy day, 

But they are safe in their kingdom of sea, 

Where all their citizens wander free.

No government, King or Dictator there, 

To stop them wandering the world they share, 

Through forest dale of seaweed high, 

And wrecked old ships that are never dry. 

The wondrous sights they have seen, 

Where parasite man has never been.

Its natures job to keep them there and make the

White caps above their lair. 

So roll on waves don't say goodbye,

Keep your white horses riding high,

And we will watch and be well aware, 

Of the unleashed power that you have there!

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The Irish Harp

The Irish Harp

The harp that once throughout this land

Played Gods music to all our clans,

But no one listens to it anymore

Has our nation lost the score?

We will sing our songs and dance our jigs.

But do you think that other nations give a fig?

The Germans, French, Italians too

Don't give a damn what we do!

Great men of our land have built nations on foreign sands

From Stonewall Jackson and Robert. E. Lee,

In the great America that today we see.

So lets get together, one and all,

Raise our standard,don't let it fall

Show the world what we can do

When the Irish harp plays for you.

The Street Singer

The Street Singer

I'm standing here with  my cap in hand 

Singing for people all over this  land.

A thousand songs I know, or more,  

So throw me a shilling ,

I'll sing you a score.

Not for me a band to play,

 For I am singing 

Through towns everyday 

No hotels,no bed to lay,not enough money,

 To make my way 

.

People smile as they pass on by, 

They sometimes ask me the reason Why ?

I'm not a star on a Broadway show 

Or on TV I will never go.

For a smile is enough from a passer by, 

The street is my stage and my light the sky.  

I am not well dressed as you can see,

But I will sing you a song 

Even for free!

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