Aw, so, ye caught me, yer ol’ man and ol’ wit ruby cheeks.
Too many pints of Harp. Faded memories, I dinna know wha' dey were.
Send me your laughter , lass. Give me a kiss and take flight wit yer fairy wings.
Ah, girl, do ye
have any tobac for me píope??
Aw,
well, so.
On wi’ ye.
The underlined words are the Wed. Words,
first started by Delores, back in 2016. She handed off the baton onto
volunteers. This one is from 12 years ago. We lived in Ireland in the mid-80s and the language
