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Rose of Tralee 2010
I never really got the Rose of Tralee thing but only recently found out that it is all based on a song of the same title and that the winner must be “lovely and fair”.
Here are the lyrics for your pleasure:
- “The pale moon was rising above the green mountains,
- The sun was declining beneath the blue sea;
- When I strayed with my love to the pure crystal fountain,
- That stands in the beautiful Vale of Tralee.
- She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
- Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me;
- Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
- that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
- The cool shades of evening their mantle were spreading,
- And Mary all smiling was listening to me;
- The moon through the valley her pale rays was shedding,
- When I won the heart of the Rose of Tralee.
- Though lovely and fair as the Rose of the summer,
- Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me;
- Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
- that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.
- In the far fields of India, ‘mid wars dreadful thunders,
- Her voice was a solace and comfort to me,
- But the chill hand of death has now rent us asunder,
- I’m lonely tonight for the Rose of Tralee.
- She was lovely and fair as the rose of the summer,
- Yet ’twas not her beauty alone that won me;
- Oh no, ’twas the truth in her eyes ever dawning,
- that made me love Mary, the Rose of Tralee.”
..and the 2009 Rose of Tralee winner, all lovely and fair:
It’s all mad stuff really…
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Protest, protest, useless

100,000+ have marched the streets of Dublin today in protest of the economy and the government’s handling of the situation so far. The protest was organized by Unions but I can’t help but feel that a savings of 100,000 * €20 (a month union fee) would be better spent on anything other than unions.
How about a protest by union members who have got nothing for their money except an almost hyper inflation over the past few years. A real protest would be to stop paying your union membership and join with others who actually care about jobs, the economy and this country. Join with them and figure out a way to make a real change. Clogging up the streets of Dublin on a mild Spring Saturday afternoon has about as much impact as a punch from Willie O’Dea’s granny.




