The Harp is Tuned, This Song is Played
"Ce-h-e sin amuh
Go bhfuil faor ar a ghuth
A' reaba mo dhoruis dunta?"
"Mise Eamonn a' Chnuic
Ta baidhte fuar fliuch
O shior-shuil sleihbte is gleannta"
"A lao ghil's a chuid
Cad do dheannfainn-se dhuit
Mara gcuirfinn ort beinn dom ghuna?
'S go mbeidh pudar dubh
Is go mbeimis araon muchta"
"Is fada mise amuh
Faoi shneachta is faoi shioc
Is gan danacht agam ar einne
Mo bhranar gan cur
Mo sheisreach gar sgur
Is gan iad agam ar aon chor
Nil caraid agam
(Is danaid liom san)
Do ghlacfadh me moch na deanach
Is go gcaithfe me dul
Thar fairrge soir
O's ann na fuil mo ghaolta"
it's the saddest song i know, good-bye Molly. I bet Mark Twain and Mencken know where the good Tex-Mex joints are.
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posted by The Minstrel Boy at 6:52 PM
4 Comments:
A fitting tribute to a wonderful mind.
indeed she was. we are this morning in a world with a little less fun, less wit, and smaller hearts.
Molly wrote for my hometown paper for about 7 years covering the Texas Govt in Austin. I always loved to read her humorous accounts of how screwed up that group of men and women could be. I will miss her. I never met her but have friends that did and they said she was in person the same as she appeared to be in her writing.
yo soy Horsedooty!
Molly would have said "Hang in there, keep fightin' for freedom, raise more hell, and don't forget to laugh, too." Sounds like a damned fine idea to me.
Gotta go, there's a Boston Pee Party to laugh at...
- BT
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