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Say "[purple burglar alarm](https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AC__o1UxDl8)"...
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Or Irish.
Or from the Midwest.
Kind of iffy with Canadians. Some of them speak Quebecois.
Or Irish.
Or from the Midwest.
Kind of iffy with Canadians. Some of them speak Quebecois.
It's sad that Scots Gaelic is barely spoken at all now, it's actually quite pretty when sung
It's sad that Scots Gaelic is barely spoken at all now, it's actually quite pretty when sung
https://youtu.be/GHe2H2WOQXs
A lot of us still speak it getting stronger now than when I was in school, and we would get it beaten out of us. Had many a whacking from a wet tawse
A lot of us still speak it getting stronger now than when I was in school, and we would get it beaten out of us. Had many a whacking from a wet tawse
Go find those teachers in their retirement and return the favor.
Go find those teachers in their retirement and return the favor.
Alison does have a lovely voice.
The first few verses are:
I climb the mountain and scan the ocean for thee, my boatman, with fond devotion When shall I see thee? Today? Tomorrow? Oh! don't leave me in lonely sorrow.
chorus: O, my boatman, na hóró éile, (3x) May joy await thee wherever thou sailest.
Broken-hearted, I droop and languish, and frequent tears show mg bosom's anguish; Shall I expect thee tonight to cheer me? or close the door, sighing, sad and weary.
From passing boatmen, I'd fain discover if they have heard of or seen my lover; They never tell me - I'm only chided and told my heart has been sorely misguided
Alison does have a lovely voice.
The first few verses are:
I climb the mountain and scan the ocean for thee, my boatman, with fond devotion
When shall I see thee? Today? Tomorrow? Oh! don't leave me in lonely sorrow.
chorus:
O, my boatman, na hóró éile, (3x) May joy await thee wherever thou sailest.
Broken-hearted, I droop and languish, and frequent tears show mg bosom's anguish;
Shall I expect thee tonight to cheer me? or close the door, sighing, sad and weary.
From passing boatmen, I'd fain discover if they have heard of or seen my lover;
They never tell me - I'm only chided and told my heart has been sorely misguided
Never make fun of a lad for wearing muck boots. It just means they have sex with sheep
Never make fun of a lad for wearing muck boots. It just means they have sex with sheep
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