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Ah, lots of memories there, I was quizzing myself over the 3rd verse of Hail glorious St Patrick, that refers to the Irish in the southern hemisphere. Nope, can't remember the whole verse. But I do remember faith of our Fathers all the way through. I learnt a different version of Wearing of the Green, different tune and some different words. I really dislike the media preoccupation with alcohol consumption at this time. In my family I cook an Irish dish, usually with lamb, and some Kerry cake and remind my children of the value of the family, the preciousness of life and pride in their Irish Celtic heritage.

I am an atheist now, but I tried not to throw the baby out with the bathwater.


Google to the rescue, Kerry:

Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.

Ever bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam,
For God and St. Patrick, and our native home.


If anyone has a spare Australian Catholic Hymnal circa 1963 lying around, they could solve this problem. I think the verses you quoted are sung in Ireland: Australia had a shortened version, the first two verses were the same, but a third one alluded to the Irish in Australia.

My father's family were Egans and the Clan Egan Rally will be held in Hobart TAS this year. We have a great time, wherever we meet, in Ireland, or Dallas or Melbourne. Good Irish virtues of hospitality, companionship and just having a good time. If I can find that mysterious 3rd verse, if it exists, I may have an opportunity to sing it to the assembled. (Last time I danced a jig!)

I wonder if a love of fibre and some talent in handling it is a genetic trait of Celts? My dear husband says that when he used to come home and find me spinning by the fire, it evoked a very primal sense of security in him. Not to mention my Manx cats, who would curl up inside the fleece, leading me to wonder why the bag was heavier than when I started....


Not having grown up in Australia, Kerry, I don't remember any other verses! And did I mention that my mother's father's family came from County Kerry, and founded a town called Kerrytown in the South Island of New Zealand?


aargh, Kerry, absolutely beautiful, but you can't eat beauty. Sounds just like me actually....

I remember sending my friend a Kerry postcard and telling her I couldn't find one that said Janet.

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