The tribal wisdom of the Dakota Indians passed on from generation to generation, and for that matter replicated in various guises in a host of other ancient cultures, advises as follows:
When Eddie Maguire first got the job of digging graves and tending the lawns up in the cemetery, he was more than content to be well off-side from snooping Dole men, busybody neighbours and sarcastic so-called ‘mates’.
In the wake of the culvert explosion near his home, the Cross’ man was admitted to Daisy Hill Hospital for observation.
‘Did your bowels move yet?’ the staff nurse asked solicitously.
‘Bouls, is it?’ he roared.
‘Amn’t I tellin’ ye, the whole effin’ dresser came crashing to the flure?’
He thought she was referring to the breakfast crockery.
A borrowed horse needs hard hooves.
Beauty never boiled the pot.
The burnt child fears the fire.
The old dog for the hard road: the pup for the pad.
My late and very beautiful friend Sarah Hagan – who sadly parted this mortal coil just a few days ago – was my distant cousin. So distant, one would not normally mention it at all – except for my pride in being related to such a remarkable lady.
..that’s in the hands of The Man Above ..
referring to anticipated weather for a great event, sporting occasion or the likes. Not to be said in the presence of a priest!!
“I had a little puppy
His name was Tiny Tim
I put him in the bathtub to see if he could swim.
He asked the eldest to bring him an extra rush for himself. The rushes were brought to him at the bedside and he handed one to the eldest son and says,