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| My brother Diarmid and
I are off! Life is a bit tame around here, so we're travelling east - well
first south in our boat and across to the Kingdom of the Gauls, and from
there - who knows? |
I am named for St
Declan, the fifth century saint from Armore, County Waterford. He was
the patron saint of dogs and back pain sufferers.
Declan was active before
St Patrick came to prominence, and later worked alongside him. He was
offered the taboo flesh of a dog to eat disguised as mutton, but he detected
the trick and restored the dog to life.
His shrine is also
famous for curing back complaints. |
May those who love us
love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping. |
| May the enemies of Ireland
never meet a friend. |
| May the curse of Mary
Malone and her nine blind illegitimate children chase you so far over the
hills of Damnation that the Lord himself can't find you with a telescope.
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| May you melt off the
earth like snow off the ditch. |
May his pipe never
smoke, may his teapot be broke
And to add to the joke, may his kettle ne’er boil,
May he keep to the bed till the hour that he’s dead,
May he always be fed on hogwash and boiled oil,
May he swell with the gout, may his grinders fall out,
May he roll howl and shout with the horrid toothache,
May the temples wear horns, and the toes many corns,
Of the monster that murdered Nell Flaherty’s drake.
May his spade never
dig may his sow never pig
May each hair on his wig be well thrashed with a flail
May his door have no latch, may his house have no thatch,
May his turkey not hatch, may the rats eat his meat
May every old fairy, from Cork to Dunleary,
Dip him snug and airy in river or lake,
Where the eel and the trout may feed on the snout
Of the monster that murdered Neill Falheerty’s drake |
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