.................It is though fascinating to observe the old die-hard and devout Royalists when around her. They just don’t know how to act at all (the usual subservient or utterly contemptuous) and just behave even more unusual than normal.
It is ironic that most of your beloved County Set people are almost certainly Royalists to the core; must be difficult for you. Really should rename yourself "Finian's Rainbow", have a feeling it would be more accurate?
"I hear a bird, Londonderry bird,
It well may be he's bringing me a cheering word.
I hear a breeze, a River Shanon breeze,
It well may be it's followed me across the seas.
Then tell me please
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny cove?
Through Killybegs, Kilkerry and Kildare?
How are things in Glocca Mora?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that lassie with the twinklin' eye
Come smilin'…
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?
So I ask each weepin' willow and each brook along the way,
And each lass that comes a-sighin' too ra lay
How are things in Glocca Morra this fine day?"
Anyway, how are things in Glocca Morra, old chap? Long time no speak, take care, and don't get too turned-on by N.Henderson, he gets a bit blurred after midday?


