Shamrock shores by The Horslips. be sure to use youtube link

 

In early spring

when small birds sing

and lamb can sport and play

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My way I took

my friends forsook

and came to Dublin bay

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I am what I ask

a passenger

and to england I sailed o’er

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I bade farewell

to all of my friends

and left the shamrock shores

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To London fair

I did repair

my fortune there to find

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I found t’was

a lovely place

and pleasant to my eyes

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The ladies too

were fair unto view

and rich the purse they wore

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But none I saw

that could compare

with the maids of the shamrock shore.

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http://ie.youtube.com/watch?v=PYS-4Ql-vUI

  

Hello

Hello, welcome to my blog

if you are not having a good day

I hope it soon gets better.

Gentledove.

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If you love frogs [and you know you do,] be sure to check out my links under “Ol’ Nell’s last croak” for a wealth of knowledge and stuff about our green soggy little friends ribbit

 

Come sweet melancholy

Melancholy bells echoing

like yesterday’s sad song he was singing

touch me now, such a very hard play 

unchanging time tones, ev’rything’s changing

touching me, so very close, yet far away.

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fading love flow’r bathed in sunhine

blackbird’s duet a love canticle divine

feeling it, I feel, he doesn’t feel me

this one’s for last year’s dream, where did you go?

taking me once more with your mystery

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Yellowing grained the dust net curtain

held within like life’s cycle uncertain

yet sure to let go, I want to let go

clasping me, that which should be held loosely

if it was meant to be, so far so

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Mystery’s chimes, my girlhood life sounds

previous hopes lying, lying on the grounds

yet moved me it did, grateful the sigh

I could have stayed the same, remained unchanged

sadly those bells have been rearranged, why?

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Welling thoughts this was to have been

before my eyes that were to have seen

succomb to shadows I can’t stop it now

luxury sweet the surge, it’s me, me, feté

unstemmed feelings that passed my way.

 

Ol’ Nells last croak

She were a good old soul her

they simply don’t come better

I was squatting there by her side

when an owl came and ate her

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She would be first to leap to your aid

shared her gnats with the needy

it’s kind of ironic she should fall prey

to an owl who was just plain greedy

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There was no time to say good bye

nor even a chance to kiss her

e’re fate swooped down from the sky

boy I’m going to miss her

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She was the best old croak in town

for gossip there was no-one better

I was squat there by her side

when an owl came and ate her.

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Right check out these amazing links….NOW!

and find an amazing wealth of knowledge about FROGS

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Frog

http://bbc.co.uk/nature/wildfacts/factfiles/483.shtml

http://www.nzfrogs.org/resourced/Kids+Information/KeepingFrogs.html

 

Freddy the flying frog, not

A frog is not a butterfly

but oh if I had wings

I’d squabble with the sparra’s

and do amazing things

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O’er the housetops I would soar

the kids will all point at me

“a bird with a shiny green jacket”

they would shout with glee

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With wind beneath  keeping me aloft

over dales and fields and streams

the earth below, my! what a view!

hovering, me, fulfilling my dreams

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But diving from my lilypad

is the closest I will get

to that feeling of heady euphoria

so my whims I might as well forget 

Mr. President

A frog is not a pretty thing

his talents are not many

he cannot dance he does not sing

and gags he knows not any

yet a frog may make president

and if you think that it’s a joke

next time we’re in a crisis

turn on the telly, you will hear  him croak

FROGGY ETIQUETTE

A lady frog wot’s got no manners

will never find a mate (ribbit ribbit)

she really ’as to be polite

if she’s to get a date (ribbit ribbit)

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She ought to have some etiquette

for men frogs can be picky (ribbit ribbit)

if she don’t hop all dainty

courting will be tricky (ribbit ribbit)

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So sister frogs it’s down to you

if you would find romance (ribbit ribbit)

you’ve got to talk and act all posh

if you’re to stand a chance. (ribbit ribbit)

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Woo Woo

A lady frog can get quite lonesome

on her lily pad woo woo

sitting on her ownsome

feeling rather sad woo woo

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Waiting for her froggy prince

it really will not do woo woo

if he hopped by this moment since

he would only make her blue woo woo

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For men frogs are not faithful peeps

they shoot a gal the line woo woo

their promises they never keeps

and leave her there to pine woo woo.

 

Haute cuisine

TADPOLES IN THE FRYING PAN

oH WHAT A LOVELY TREAT

LIGHTLY COOKED IN BUTTER

A DELICACY TO EAT.

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I am a frog

My tiny webbed feet are frozen

this isn’t the life I’d have chosen

but I am a frog

an’ I live in a bog

so what’s the use of supposin’?