Saturday, May 25, 2019

Odds and ends

Hard to pronounce words in  English

Origin of language

Origin of Nursery rhymes
https://www.thoughtco.com/classic-nursery-rhymes-4158623


1.       Green leaves of summer -

Wo... wo...
A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
The green leaves of summer
Are calling me home "
Twas so good to be young then
In the season of plenty
When the catfish were jumping
As high as the sky

A time just for planting
A time just for ploughing
A time to be courting
A girl of your own "
Twas so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
And to stand by your wife
At the moment of birth, wo...

A time to be reaping
A time to be sowing
A time just for living
A place for to die "
Twas so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home "
Twas so good to be young then
To be close to the earth
Now the green leaves of summer
Are calling me home

Thursday, May 23, 2019

Odds and ends

Old photos

About Google
https://www.quora.com/Will-Google-ever-go-out-of-business

Boosting good gut bacteria




Galway bay

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
Then maybe at the closing of your day;
You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh,
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay,

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay;
And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play,

For the breezes blowing over the seas from Ireland,
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow;
And the women in the uplands digging praties,
Speak a language that the strangers do not know,

For the strangers came and tried to teach their way,]
They scorned us just for being what we are;
But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there is going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there's going to be;
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish Sea.

Wednesday, May 22, 2019

Odds and ends

Bonobo match-making mother


Old photos of Mecca


Elephantine visit
https://youtu.be/YbYJw3ltLoY


Oh Danny boy


Oh, Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
You'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!


Tuesday, May 21, 2019

Odds and ends


Animal rescue, Moragahakande, Sri Lanka

Elephant rage

Stents and chest pain



Cockles & Mussels
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In Dublin's fair city, where the girls are so pretty
I first set my eyes on sweet Molly Malone
As she wheeled her wheel-barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She was a fish-monger, but sure 'twas no wonder
For so were her father and mother before
And they each wheeled their barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!

She died of a fever, and no one could save her
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone
But her ghost wheels her barrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!

Alive, alive-O! alive, alive-O!
Crying c***les and mussels, alive, alive-O!


Monday, May 20, 2019

Odds and ends

D Day landings at Normandy

Being outdoors while taking medications
http://www.ba-bamail.com/content.aspx?emailid=32906


Curious orchids



When Irish eyes are smiling


There's a tear in your eye
And I'm wondering why
For it never should be there at all
With such pow'r in your smile
Sure a stone you'd beguile
So there's never a teardrop should fall

When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile
And now, smile a smile for me

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart
And it makes even sunshine more bright
Like the linnet's sweet song
Crooning all the day long
Comes your…