A debunking of Daniel Cassidy's theories about the influence of the Irish language on English slang.
Irish History, Culture, Heritage, Language, Mythology
History of Listamlet,Moy
An Eclectic mix of items from a 'senior' blogger in Ireland looking at the past and keeping an eye on the present.
a blog on Irish histories/archaeologies
1909-1923
A community blog from Benburb, Co Tyrone
Commemoration of the Irish Hunger
Early Irish Christianity and Early Medieval Ireland
What inspires - and exasperates - me in education
Dublin Life & Culture.
History of Listamlet,Moy
Objects from the Historical Collections of the National Museum of Ireland
Creator of Literary/Fusion Fiction & Unique Non-Fiction
History of Listamlet,Moy
Stoneybatter & Smithfield People's History Project
Exploring Irish Emigration in the 19th Century United States
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Northern Ireland's premier craic dealer!
Because County Derry has to stop somewhere.
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Save money and have fun doing things yourself
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Ireland's Missing 6
"Rebellion to tyrants is obedience to God" -Benjamin Franklin
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Thrifty Tasty Bites
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Just another WordPress.com site
Vintage Irish Pop Culture & Lifestyle
Irish History Online With Green Lamp Media
History of Listamlet,Moy
History of Listamlet,Moy
Multi-award winning food blog, written in Dublin, Ireland.
News from amongst the bushes
Keynote Speaker | Educator | Humorist | MC for Associations, Corporations | Marketing | Change | Healthcare | Nursing | Cancer
Dr. Watson, Sherlock Holmes and Watson's War Years
On this day in Irish History. What Happened on this Day - Ireland
Here’s a wee poem I wrote
LikeLiked by 1 person
I’d love if you posted it on the site in here! Do I know you! Just wondering Cuz you seem to know my uncle Dan xx
LikeLiked by 1 person
already up on the site Susie and shared around the world , my father was Charlie Fox from Listamlet and we’d have been up at Dan’s regularly , I remember well the big thick sandwiches you’d have gotten and the marigold biscuits, some craic back then , I be talking to wee Peter from time to time or as we called him “wee Peter from Dree”
LikeLike
MEMORIES OF MOY
Memories of my beloved ireland
Comes drifting slowly by
The longing hits me
between my heart
Of my home that’s called the Moy
Sandy Lane I remember you well
A place where lovers used to dwell
Somewhere we often went to hide
To our parents, we surely lied
This place to every girl and boy
So secret no one could deny
That little bungalow on the hill
I’m sad to say it’s not there still
With all us Kids and Mam an Dad
The happiest memories we ever had
So safe a place this used to be
There was no call for lock nor key
That little place that we called town
No gun nor pillage was to be found
We heard that England was so bad
We were uprooted by Mam and Dad
And so we left the safeness of our Moy
Just the clothes on our back, not even a toy
And onto a boat set for England we
Travelled the stormy seas, no longer free
To live in a land of strangers more
As I look back to my Ireland’s shore
No more running to Bookless’s sweet shop
Or to Mrs Shields for a wee bottle of pop
No more Dr. Hobson, who I absolutely adored
many times treated me in my home at the Redford
Many times he visited me at the Redford
For I was rather a sick little child, you see
Drs in Dungannon Seemed to know me
I helped the nurses with their rounds
I was no stranger to hospital grounds
I remember the day that I started school
I didn’t take it serious, I just played the fool
Being left handed appeared to be rough
Miss Donnelley, made my days very tough
Down the Grange Road on that big tree
We would swing for hours so endlessly
Loved when the gypsies came to stay
With their kids who we would often play
And in the meadow when the gypsies came
We’d play with Sonny, yea, that was his name
But they were travellers they’d soon move on
We’d go down to the meadow, but they were gone
The camp fire out the place deserted
They’d moved on, no one was alerted
Skinned hands, skinned knees upon the Pound Wall
Where we’d walk and topple and eventually fall
Every Saturday daddy took us to the Surley River
For our weekly “bath” until we would shiver
One arm one leg he’d swing us around
Then throw us in without a sound
He didn’t care if we would sink or swim
He’d laugh his head off and just throw us in
To Fox’s Fields way down Limekill Road
Strawberries we would pick by the load
Of course we got paid by Mr. fox
The wage depended on how many a box
But oh how I loved them strawberries so
More went in my mouth don’t you know
But when my weekly wages they finally came
To mom I’d hand, & hang my head with shame
Susie wasn’t thinking clearly no doubt
For that money was to help the family out
Sunday Mass, you see,was the main event
Every Sunday for sure and all through Lent
Benediction at six, I remember it very well
Was worth the miles we walked just for the smell
Going to Grannies for a visit out at Dree
Up to Dans for a visit with Mommy and me
I loved it there we’d go an play
But the McKearney boys would chase us away
Johnny, Peter oh and Danny who I loved so
While the others scared us, he’d always let me go.
The day we loved the most was Saturday afternoon
To the Pictures we’d go to see Cowboys or a cartoon
Still I’ll admit it was a long trek
Three miles there. Three miles back
Sixpence in and thruppence for a treat
So we could sit in the Pictures content in our seat
SueMac: April 7/2016
LikeLiked by 1 person
This is just a rough draft and not finished yet but just wanted to share.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you so much Susie, amazing work!!!oh the Grange trees many a days craic was had there , I remember of a dark evening Dan getting the big telescope to look at the moon and the stars , you’ve evoked a lot of memories for me , do you mind if I put it up on the site ?
LikeLike