By Samuel Lover
Oh! did you ne'er hear of "the Blarney,"
That's found near the banks of Killarney?
Believe it from me,
No girl's heart is free,
Once she hears the sweet sound of the Blarney.
For the Blarney's so great a deceiver,
That a girl thinks you're there, though you leave her;
And never finds out,
All the tricks you're about,
Till she's quite gone herself,—with your Blarney.
Oh! say would you find this same "Blarney?"
There's a castle, not far from Killarney,
On the top of its wall—
(But take care you don't fall,)
There's a stone that contains all this Blarney.
Like a magnet its influence such is,
That attraction it gives all it touches;
If you kiss it, they say,
From that blessed day,
You may kiss whom you please with your Blarney.
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Monday involved some chores and some bad weather, though we did get out for a walk in the afternoon during the brief period when the sun was out and saw lots of ducks, plus Halloween Pokemon. It was otherwise an uneventful day until late afternoon, when we talked to Adam and Haley about various wedding-related things, then ate dinner and watched the third game of the World Series, where the Dodgers did a fine job of beating the Yankees in New York.
Now we're watching Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and ze Grindylows. Here is the legendary Blarney Stone, probably named for Sir Cormac mac Dermond MacCarthy, Baron Blarney -- who blew off Queen Elizabeth I's demands for a garrison at his castle so many times that she said, "I will hear no more of this Blarney!" and gave the word its current meaning of flattering nonsense -- here being kissed by my husband and seen from below in the Blarney Castle gardens:
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