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[[greeting card with drawing, printed greeting and poem]]
[[IMAGE: blue bird singing on brown stem with green leaves and two clover leaves]]
[[IMAGE: blue bird singing on brown stem with green leaves and two clover leaves]]
Wishing you a St. Patrick's Day filled with music, happy times, and laughter.
Wishing you a St. Patrick's Day filled with music, happy times, and laughter.
I passed my brother and cousin:
They read in their books of prayer;
I read  in my book of songs
I bought at the Sligo fair.
When we come at the end of time,
To Peter sitting in state,
He will smile on the three old spirits
But call me first through the gate;
For the good are always the merry,
Save by an evil chance,
And the merry love the fiddle,
And the merry love to dance:
And when the folk there spy me,
They all come up to me,
With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!"
And dance like a wave of  the sea.
WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS
Born in Sandymount, Ireland  1865-1939
[[hand-written message]]
To Jack - may the saints bless ye and preserve ye on St. Patrick's Day!
Your friend, Welker

Latest revision as of 04:07, 27 July 2023

greeting card with drawing, printed greeting and poem File:Blue bird singing on brown stem with green leaves and two clover leaves Wishing you a St. Patrick's Day filled with music, happy times, and laughter.

I passed my brother and cousin: They read in their books of prayer; I read in my book of songs I bought at the Sligo fair.

When we come at the end of time, To Peter sitting in state, He will smile on the three old spirits But call me first through the gate;

For the good are always the merry, Save by an evil chance, And the merry love the fiddle, And the merry love to dance:

And when the folk there spy me, They all come up to me, With "Here is the fiddler of Dooney!" And dance like a wave of the sea.

WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS Born in Sandymount, Ireland 1865-1939

hand-written message To Jack - may the saints bless ye and preserve ye on St. Patrick's Day! Your friend, Welker