It Is The Old Battle, Between Those

It's A Grand Thing To Be Able To Take Your Money In Your Hand And To Think No More Of It When It Slips Away From You Than You Would A Trout That Would Slip Back Into The Stream.

The Time The Moon Is Going Back, The Blood That Is In A Person Does Be Weakening, But When The Moon Is Strong, The Blood That Moves Strong In The Same Way. And It To Be At The Full, It Drags The Wits Along With It, The Same As It Drags The Tide.

Well, There's No One At All, They Do Be Saying, But Is Deserving Of Some Punishment From The Very Minute Of His Birth.

It Is The Old Battle, Between Those Who Use A Toothbrush And Those Who Don't.

It Was At Inver Slane, To The North Of Leinster, The Sons Of Gaedhal Of The Shining Armour, The Very Gentle, That Were Called Afterwards The Sons Of The Gael, Made Their First Attempt To Land In Ireland To Avenge Ith, One Of Their Race That Had Come There One Time And Had Met With His Death.