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B. Brian Brunzell

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

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Happy St. Paddy's Day to all my fellow TSMers. Anyone got any plans for today?

 

And yes, I do know the reason why we celebrate St. Patrick, in case anyone was wondering.

 

Anyway, have fun and be safe this March 17th.

 

Brunzell.

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Speak with a foreign accent and grab the breast of women that aren't wearing green. then I'll say "I am to be understanding this is what you do for being without the green today, no?"

 

We will all have a good laugh and maybe some hot chocolate.

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I was walking home from class and some guys were standing on a porch offering free beer to anyone who walked by. 3 hours and 12 cups of beer later... Happy St. Patrick's Day.

This is awesome. And the best part is, I leave for Italy tomorrow for 12 days. See you in two weeks.

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'Twas down the glen one Easter morn

To a city fair rode I.

When Ireland's line of marching men

In squadrons passed me by.

No pipe did hum, no battle drum

Did sound its dread tattoo

But the Angelus bell o'er the Liffey's swell

Rang out in the foggy dew.

Right proudly high over Dublin town

They flung out a flag of war.

'Twas better to die 'neath an Irish sky

Than at Suvla or Sud el Bar.

And from the plains of Royal Meath

Strong men came hurrying through;

While Britannia's sons with their long-range guns

Sailed in through the foggy dew.

 

Oh, the night fell black and the rifles crack

Made "Perfidious Albion" reel

'Mid the leaden rail, seven tongues of flame

Did shine o'er the lines of steel

By each shining blade, a prayer was said

That to Ireland her sons be true

And when morning broke still the war flag shook

Out its fold in the Foggy Dew.

 

'Twas England bade our Wild Geese go

That small nations might be free

But their lonely graves are by Suvla's waves

or the fringe of the grey North Sea

Oh had they died by Pearse's side,

or had fought with Cathal Brugha

Their graves we'd keep where the Fenians sleep,

'neath the shroud of the Foggy Dew.

 

But the bravest fell, and the requiem bell

Rang mournfully and clear

For those who died that Eastertide

In the springing of the year

And the world did gaze, with deep amaze,

At those fearless men and true

Who bore the fight that freedom's light

Might shine through the Foggy Dew.

 

Ah, back through the glen I rode again,

And my heart with grief was sore

For I parted then with valiant men

Whom I never shall see more

But to and fro in my dreams I go

And I'd kneel and pray for you

For slavery fled, O glorious dead,

When you fell in the Foggy Dew.

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