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  • 01-02-2012 12:33pm
    #1
    blue5000
    Moderators, Society & Culture Moderators Posts: 12,705 Mod ✭✭✭✭


    If Bridget's day is fine and dry
    saddle your horse
    and go buy hay


    Do you think there is any truth in this old saying?

    If the seat's wet, sit on yer hat, a cool head is better than a wet ar5e.



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  • #2
    Tora Bora
    Closed Accounts Posts: 1,258 ✭✭✭Tora Bora


    blue5000 wrote: »
    If Bridget's day is fine and dry
    saddle your horse
    and go buy hay


    Do you think there is any truth in this old saying?

    Don't think so. It was a fine day last year.

    But here's the real story about our Brid.

    Saint Brigid was

    A problem child.

    Although a lass

    Demure and mild,

    And one who strove

    To please her dad,

    Saint Brigid drove

    The family mad.

    For here's the fault in Brigid lay:

    She WOULD give everything away.
    To any soul

    Whose luck was out

    She'd give her bowl

    Of stirabout;

    She'd give her shawl,

    Divide her purse

    With one or all.

    And what was worse,

    When she ran out of things to give

    She'd borrow from a relative.
    Her father's gold,

    Her grandsire's dinner,

    She'd hand to cold

    and hungry sinner;

    Give wine, give meat,

    No matter whose;

    Take from her feet

    The very shoes,

    And when her shoes had gone to others,

    Fetch forth her sister's and her mother's.
    She could not quit.

    She had to share;

    Gave bit by bit

    The silverware,

    The barnyard geese,

    The parlor rug,

    Her little

    niece's christening mug,

    Even her bed to those in want,

    And then the mattress of her aunt.
    An easy touch

    For poor and lowly,

    She gave so much

    And grew so holy

    That when she died

    Of years and fame,

    The countryside

    Put on her name,

    And still the Isles of Erin fidget

    With generous girls named Bride or Brigid.
    Well, one must love her.

    Nonetheless,

    In thinking of her

    Givingness,

    There's no denial

    She must have been

    A sort of trial

    Unto her kin.

    The moral, too, seems rather quaint.

    WHO had the patience of a saint,

    From evidence presented here?

    Saint Brigid? Or her near and dear?


  • #3
    Attie
    Closed Accounts Posts: 495 ✭✭Attie


    blue5000 wrote: »
    If Bridget's day is fine and dry
    saddle your horse
    and go buy hay


    Do you think there is any truth in this old saying?

    Blue
    If candlemas day is bright and clear there will be two winter's in that year.

    Old Moore he say February to be bad.
    Want it good lots of hedges to cut ground really wet :eek:


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