Mayo - You're Only A County But You Mean The World To Me

[ONeill]

I would like to apologise to Mayo. I've had PMs offering digs, reporting to authorities and bad, bad words aimed at my username.

On bended knee I ask for forgiveness and I'd also like to point out Westport is a lovely place (Westport House is over rated though). Kiltimagh is also nice.

I wrote a song too:

Moonlight in Mayo

It's just a year ago today I left old Erin's Isle
My heart was throbbing in the soft light of my colleen's smile
In all my dreams I seem to hear her sweet voice soft and low
I know she's waiting where we said goodbye in old Mayo

For two Irish eyes are shining
And an Irish heart is pining
Where I kissed her and caressed her
In the gloaming long ago

Loving Irish arms will press me
And true Irish love caress me
And sweet Irish lips will bless me
When it's Moonlight in Mayo

Her Irish eyes like beacons shine all in the darkest night
I know their sweet love beams will always fill the world with light
The roses on her cheeks will lend enchantment to the scene
And when shamrocks wear the dew I'll wed my sweet colleen

[J OGorman]

Westport House over rated!! keep them PM's directed O'Neill's way..scandalous talk 

[Jinxy]

I would like to apologise to Mayo. I've had PMs offering digs, reporting to authorities and bad, bad words aimed at my username.

On bended knee I ask for forgiveness and I'd also like to point out Westport is a lovely place (Westport House is over rated though). Kiltimagh is also nice.

I wrote a song too:

Moonlight in Mayo

It's just a year ago today I left old Erin's Isle
My heart was throbbing in the soft light of my colleen's smile
In all my dreams I seem to hear her sweet voice soft and low
I know she's waiting where we said goodbye in old Mayo

For two Irish eyes are shining
And an Irish heart is pining
Where I kissed her and caressed her
In the gloaming long ago

Loving Irish arms will press me
And true Irish love caress me
And sweet Irish lips will bless me
When it's Moonlight in Mayo

Her Irish eyes like beacons shine all in the darkest night
I know their sweet love beams will always fill the world with light
The roses on her cheeks will lend enchantment to the scene
And when shamrocks wear the dew I'll wed my sweet colleen

Don't worry too much about the Mayo folk.
Like yourselves, they're not ones to bear grudges.

[Aristo 60]

I would like to apologise to Mayo. I've had PMs offering digs, reporting to authorities and bad, bad words aimed at my username.

On bended knee I ask for forgiveness and I'd also like to point out Westport is a lovely place (Westport House is over rated though). Kiltimagh is also nice.

I wrote a song too:

Moonlight in Mayo

It's just a year ago today I left old Erin's Isle
My heart was throbbing in the soft light of my colleen's smile
In all my dreams I seem to hear her sweet voice soft and low
I know she's waiting where we said goodbye in old Mayo

For two Irish eyes are shining
And an Irish heart is pining
Where I kissed her and caressed her
In the gloaming long ago

Loving Irish arms will press me
And true Irish love caress me
And sweet Irish lips will bless me
When it's Moonlight in Mayo

Her Irish eyes like beacons shine all in the darkest night
I know their sweet love beams will always fill the world with light
The roses on her cheeks will lend enchantment to the scene
And when shamrocks wear the dew I'll wed my sweet colleen

Denounce tyrone and we'll let bygones be bygones

[Cold tea]

And you said Mayo had no balls?? Accept the dig!!

and I thought he'd try to to make light of it as Olly.

[Cold tea]

Was the thread deleted?  So much for calling it as you see it. 

[Jinxy]

Ballinaman was about to film one of those traveller-style youtube videos just for O'Neill.
"Ya dirty rotten, Tyrone b*stard!"

[ONeill]

[Schkite]

Stick to your guns O'Neill!

[deiseach]

I would like to apologise to Mayo. I've had PMs offering digs, reporting to authorities and bad, bad words aimed at my username.

I'm sure they were aimed at Shane O'Neill from Glenavy.

[Applesisapples]

WTF is this gloaming stuff? Is it as good as viagra and how much would it set ye back?

[ONeill]

"Going Home to Mayo,
Winter, 1949"

Leaving behind us the alien, foreign city of Dublin
My father drove through the night in an old Ford Anglia,
His five-year-old son in the seat beside him,
The rexine seat of red leatherette,
And a yellow moon peered in through the windscreen.
'Daddy, Daddy,' I cried, 'Pass out the moon,'
But no matter how hard he drove he could not pass out the moon.
Each town we passed through was another milestone
And their names were magic passwords into eternity:
Kilcock, Kinnegad, Strokestown, Elphin,
Tarmonbarry, Tulsk, Ballaghaderreen, Ballavarry;
Now we were in Mayo and the next stop was Turlough,
The village of Turlough in the heartland of Mayo,
And my father's mother's house, all oil-lamps and women,
And my bedroom over the public bar below,
And in the morning cattle-cries and c**k-crows:
Life's seemingly seamless garment gorgeously rent
By their screeches and bellowings. And in the evenings
I walked with my father in the high grass down by the river
Talking with him – an unheard-of thing in the city.

But home was not home and the moon could be no more outflanked
Than the daylight nightmare of Dublin city:
Back down along the canal we chugged into the city
And each lock-gate tolled our mutual doom;
And railings and palings and asphalt and traffic-lights,
And blocks after blocks of so-called 'new' tenements –
Thousands of crosses of loneliness planted
In the narrowing grave of the life of the father;
In the wide, wide cemetery of the boy's childhood.

[Syferus]

"Going Home to Mayo,
Winter, 1949"

Leaving behind us the alien, foreign city of Dublin
My father drove through the night in an old Ford Anglia,
His five-year-old son in the seat beside him,
The rexine seat of red leatherette,
And a yellow moon peered in through the windscreen.
'Daddy, Daddy,' I cried, 'Pass out the moon,'
But no matter how hard he drove he could not pass out the moon.
Each town we passed through was another milestone
And their names were magic passwords into eternity:
Kilcock, Kinnegad, Strokestown, Elphin,
Tarmonbarry, Tulsk, Ballaghaderreen, Ballavarry;
Now we were in Mayo and the next stop was Turlough,
The village of Turlough in the heartland of Mayo,
And my father's mother's house, all oil-lamps and women,
And my bedroom over the public bar below,
And in the morning cattle-cries and c**k-crows:
Life's seemingly seamless garment gorgeously rent
By their screeches and bellowings. And in the evenings
I walked with my father in the high grass down by the river
Talking with him – an unheard-of thing in the city.

But home was not home and the moon could be no more outflanked
Than the daylight nightmare of Dublin city:
Back down along the canal we chugged into the city
And each lock-gate tolled our mutual doom;
And railings and palings and asphalt and traffic-lights,
And blocks after blocks of so-called 'new' tenements –
Thousands of crosses of loneliness planted
In the narrowing grave of the life of the father;
In the wide, wide cemetery of the boy's childhood.

At least you choose someone who knew what's what.

[T Fearon]

Insincere apology Shane. As a confidence building measure the Board demands the decommissioning of all your Wagon Wheels.

[Jinxy]

The decent thing to do would be to send Ballinaman the wagon wheels in the post.
You have his address.