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[Threlin]

91. And come tell me Sean O'Farrell tell me why you hurry so
     Husha buachaill hush and listen and his cheeks were all a glow
     I bare orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon
     For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

     By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
     For the pikes must be together by the rising of the moon

     And come tell me Sean O'Farrell where the gath'rin is to be
     At the old spot by the river quite well known to you and me
     One more word for signal token whistle out the marchin' tune
     With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

     By the rising of the moon, by the rising of the moon
     With your pike upon your shoulder by the rising of the moon

Posted in honor of my son, Gavin. This was the first song ever to reach his ears upon his entry into this world ten years ago today...sang to him by his father as he was carried from the delivery room to the nursery. 

[un4]

92.  Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice:
     Pull down your pants and slide on the ice.

[JohnnieRat]

93. As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never face the wrong way.

[fiere redfern]

94.

May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face;
the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again,
may God hold you in the palm of His hand.


..one of my favorite Irish blessings - sang it a cappella at my high school principal's funeral

[Threlin]

95. Here's to the Scottish,
     Who kept the faith...
     And anything else the could lay their hands on.

     Here's to the Welsh,
     Who prayed upon their knees...
     And their neighbors.

     Here's to the Irish,
     Who never knew what they wanted...
     But were always willing to fight for it anyway.

     And here's to the English,
     Who proclaimed themselves a self made nation...
     Thus relieving the Almighty of a grave responsibility.

Threl (who has some Scottish, Welsh and more than just a little Irish ancestry) 

[fiere redfern]

96.

Ye lovers all both great and small
Who dwell in Ireland
Oh I pray you pay attention
hilst I my pen command
It was my father's anger
That drove my love away
But I still have hopes
We'll meet again in North Americay

My love he was fair and handsome
And to him I gave my heart
Ah but little was our notion
That we would ever part
It was in my father's garden
That this flower it did decay
But I still have hopes twill bloom again
In North Americay

Now I did not want for money
Kind fortune on me shone
So out of my father's castle
I took 300 pounds
It was in the town of Belfast
My passage I did pay
And then set sail across the sea
To far Americay

Now the captain's wife was kind to me
As you may understand
And she kept me in her cabin
Until we reached dry land
It was in the town of Quebec
We landed on the cay
But I knew not where to seek my love
In all Americay

Now I being sick and sore and tired
Well I went into an inn
And it was there I found my William
The lad I loved within
He took me gently by the hand
And to me he did say
Oh I never thought I'd see your face
In North Americay

Now I hear this couple has got wed
As you may understand
And I hear they live quite happily
In a town they call St. Johns
And the money that she took from home
Well in gold she paid it down
And they think no more of Ireland
Nor Enniskillen town.

Care of the Chieftains' North Americay

..apparently my ancestors stopped fighting long enough to create my lineage - Irish, English, German, and Scottish. (There's also a smidge of Native American if my Great-Great Uncle wasn't lying - but he was known to be a storyteller and none of us in the family have been able to find any sort of documentation on it)

[un4]

97. 
No, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry.
No, they've got no use for praises loudly sung,
But in every soldier's heart in all the Infantry
Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.

      Shines the name--Rodger Young!
      Fought and died for the men he marched among.
      To the everlasting glory of the Infantry
      Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.


Caught in ambush lay a company of riflemen--
Just grenades against machine guns in the gloom--
Caught in ambush till this one of twenty riflemen
Volunteered, volunteered to meet his doom.


      Volunteered, Rodger Young!
      Fought and died for the men he marched among.
      In the everlasting annals of the Infantry
      Glows the last deed of Private Rodger Young.


It was he who drew the fire of the enemy
That a company of men might live to fight;
And before the deadly fire of the enemy
Stood the man, stood the man we hail tonight.


On the island of New Georgia in the Solomons,
Stands a simple wooden cross alone to tell
That beneath the silent coral of the Solomons,
Sleeps a man, sleeps a man remembered well.


      Sleeps a man, Rodger Young,
      Fought and died for the men he marched among.
      In the everlasting spirit of the Infantry
      Breathes the spirit of Private Rodger Young.


No, they've got no time for glory in the Infantry,
No, they've got no use for praises loudly sung,
But in every soldier's heart in all the Infantry
Shines the name, shines the name of Rodger Young.


      Shines the name--Rodger Young!
      Fought and died for the men he marched among.
      To the everlasting glory of the Infantry
      Lives the story of Private Rodger Young.

[fiere redfern]

98.

Medal of Honor Citation: On 31 July 1943, the infantry company of which Pvt. Young was a member, was ordered to make a limited withdrawal from the battle line in order to adjust the battalion's position for the night. At this time, Pvt. Young's platoon was engaged with the enemy in a dense jungle where observation was very limited. The platoon suddenly was pinned down by intense fire from a Japanese machine gun concealed on higher ground only 75 yards away. The initial burst wounded Pvt. Young. As the platoon started to obey the order to withdraw, Pvt. Young called out that he could see the enemy emplacement, whereupon he started creeping toward it. Another burst from the machine gun wounded him the second time. Despite the wounds, he continued his heroic advance, attracting enemy fire and answering with rifle fire. When he was close enough to his objective, he began throwing hand grenades, and while doing so was hit again and killed. Pvt. Young's bold action in closing with this Japanese pillbox and thus diverting its fire, permitted his platoon to disengage itself, without loss, and was responsible for several enemy casualties.

/salute.

[Threlin]

99. Love the song North Americay, Fi...great choice! And a well deserved salute from me to Pvt. Roger Young.

    The minstrel boy to the war is gone,
    In the ranks of death you'll find him;
    His father's sword he hath girded on,
    And his wild harp slung behind him;
    "Land of Song!" cried the warrior bard,
    "Tho' all the world betrays thee,
    One sword, at least, thy right shall guard,
    One faithful harp shall praise thee!"

    The Minstrel fell! But the foeman's chain
    Could not bring that proud soul under;
    The harp he lov'd ne'er spoke again,
    For he tore its chords asunder;
    And said "No chains shall sully thee,
    Thou soul of love and brav'ry!
    Thy songs were made for the pure and free
    They shall never sound in slavery!

[un4]

100. 
`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
  The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
  The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
  Long time the manxome foe he sought --
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
  And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,
  The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
  And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
  The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
  He went galumphing back.

"And, has thou slain the Jabberwock?
  Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!'
  He chortled in his joy.

`Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
  Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
  And the mome raths outgrabe.

[fiere redfern]

Ahh, the Jabberwock. Well played, un4 =)

101. Dalmations!

[un4]

102. Always look on the bright side of life... *whistles*

[JohnnieRat]

So i've taken to going to Wikipedia.com for the numbers.

103. The number of known species of crows



Rodger Young also had the Night Infiltration Course named after him. It's at THE US Army Infantry School in Ft. Benning, GA. "Move like lightning, sound like thunder, eat bullets, and shit steel."

[fiere redfern]

10-4 (har har). Roger, Roger. What's your vector, Victor? ... Do we have clearance, Clarence?

[un4]

105. Bloooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood.