To be sure, to be sure me darlin' @Owlunar
May the Shamrock and Limerick's best shine upon ya this St Patrick's Day!
Now did ya know, dat accordin' to ancient Gaelic mythology, the original leprechaun wore red and had nor green in its wardrobe? Leprechauns adopted their modern clothes around the 20th century when green became the color of everyting associated with St. Pat's Day and Ireland.
Ahh...you were burstin' at the seams to know that now weren't ya? 💚
When ya headin' to the robbidy dob, have a green beer on me there-now won't ya!
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Thanks @Hope4me
Yes - I did need to know that - my Gran was not born in Ireland but she was really Irish in her nature - no doubt her Irish parents taught all of their many children about the mythology and leprechauns were part of my education but that was a long time ago and I am interested
In Northern Ireland the leprechauns were red clothes - I didn't know that - of course - after I read your post I had to look up Wikipedia
Thanks for the info
Dec
But I looked up Northern Irish Leprechauns in clipart and they are all green - true
Sorry I couldn't make it, this is my sick note below 🙂
Dear Sir,
I write this note to you to tell you of me plight
and at the time of writing, I am not a pretty sight;
me body is all black and blue, me face a deathly gray
and I write this note to say why Paddy's not at work today.
While working on the fourteenth floor some bricks I had to clear;
now, to throw them down from such a height was not a good idea.
the foreman wasn't very pleased, he being an awkward sod
he said I'd have to cart them down the ladders in me hod.
Now, clearing all these bricks by hand it was so very slow,
so I hoisted up a barrel and secured the rope below.
But in me haste to do the job I was too blind to see
that a barrel full of building bricks was heavier than me.
So when I untied the rope the barrel fell like lead
and clinging tightly to the rope I started up instead.
Well, I shot up like a rocket till to my dismay I found
that halfway up I met the bloody barrel coming down.
Well, the barrel broke me shoulder as to the ground it sped,
and when I reached the top I banged the pulley with my head.
Well, I clung on tight through numbed shock from this almighty blow
and the barrel spilled out half the bricks fourteen floors below.
Now, when these bricks had fallen from the barrel to the floor
I then outweighed the barrel and so started down once more;
still clinging tightly to the rope, I sped towards the ground,
and I landed on the broken bricks that were all scattered round.
Well, I lay there groaning on the ground, I thought I'd passed the worst,
when the barrel hit the pulley-wheel and then the bottom burst.
Well, a shower of bricks rained down on me, I hadn't got a hope
as I lay there moaning on the ground, I let go of the bloody rope.
The barrel then being heavier, it started down once more,
and landed right across me, as I lay upon the floor.
Well, it broke three ribs and my left arm and I can only say
that I hope you'll understand why Paddy's not a work today.
LOL 🙂