Theresa O’Connor

Oh, I've been a wild rover for manys a year

And I've spent all me money on whiskey and beer (well spent!)
But now I'm returning with gold in great store
And I never will play the wild rover no more

And it's no nay never (rise up your drinks)
no nay never no more
will I play the wild rover
No never, no more.

I remember very well the last time I had this much to drink. That time, I had significantly more than this particular evening. But hey, when you go to Cork, you'll get drusheen, Murphy's Stout, and pig's cru beans.

Here's up 'em all, says the boys of Fair Hill!!

Is it a good thing that I can still type my password when I accidentally run xlock?

For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain!
For Boston, for Boston, 'tis Wisdom's earthly fane
For here we are one and our hearts are true,
And the towers on the Heights reach to Heav'n's own blue.
For Boston, for Boston, till the echoes ring again.

I suspect it's a bad thing.