I had a bit of an auld Pogues listen this morning, partly cos it's Paddy's day, and partly cos I listen to the Pogues all the time anyway. The lines below really stuck with me and put me right off going out tonight. Of course I will, but if anyone comes near me in one of those stupid green leprechaun hats they'd better beware.
Take it away Shane...
"Where 'ere we go we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies"
- Thousands are Sailing.
Mod out (of patience with Ireland being marketed as a brand of jolly drunk people).
Take it away Shane...
"Where 'ere we go we celebrate
The land that makes us refugees
From fear of Priests with empty plates
From guilt and weeping effigies"
- Thousands are Sailing.
Mod out (of patience with Ireland being marketed as a brand of jolly drunk people).
1 comment:
It's "where e'er", surely? Pedant out. :)
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