Spring

“When spring came, even the false spring, there were no problems except where to be happiest. The only thing that could spoil a day was people and if you could keep from making engagements, each day had no limits. People were always the limiters of happiness except for the very few that were as good as spring itself.” ~- Ernest Hemingway in A Moveable Feast

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Happy St Patrick’s Day

“I took a stroll down the old long walk on a day -I-ay-I-ay
I met a little girl and we stopped to talk on a grand soft day -I-ay-I-ay
Well I ask you, friend, what’s a fella to do
Because her hair was black and her eyes were blue
And I knew right then – I’d be takin’ a whirl
‘Round the Salthill Prom with a Galway girl

We were halfway there when the rain came down on the day -I-ay-I-ay
She asked me up to her flat downtown
on a grand soft day -I-ay-I-ay
And I ask you friend, what’s a fella to do
Ah – because her hair was black and her eyes were blue
So I took her hand – and I gave it a twirl
Then I lost my heart to a Galway girl

Oi!

Well when I woke up I was all alone
With a broken heart and a ticket home
And I ask you friend, what would you do?
Well if her hair were black and her eyes were blue
And I’ve been all around, I’ve been all over this world
Boys – I’ve never seen nothin’ like a Galway girl”