They dug him a grave and dug it so deep 

They covered him over with flowers so sweet And he has turned in for to take a long sleep

 And maybe now he’s forgotten.

The Spinning Wheel

Mellow the moon-light to shine is beginning, close by the window young Eileen is spinning, 

Bent o'er the fire blind grand-mother sitting crooning 

and moaning and drowsily knitting .

Merrily cheerily noise-less-ly whirring  spins the wheel rings the reel while the foot stirring.

 Lightly and brightly and airily ringing sounds the sweet voice of the young maiden singing

What's the noise that I hear at the window I wonder. "Tis the little birds chirping the holly-bush under"

 "what makes you be shoving 

and moving your stool on, An' singing, 

all wrong, that old song of " The Cooling"?

...............Lazily, easily, swings now the wheel round. Slowly is heard now the reel's sound;

 Noiseless and light to the lattice above her.

 The maid steps then leaps to the arms of her lover. ......

On Raglan Road of an autumn day I saw her first and knew 

That her dark hair would weave a snare that I would one day rue.

 I saw the danger and I passed along the enchanted way. 

And I said let grief be a falling leaf at the dawning of the day.

On Grafton Street in November we tripped along the ledge 

Of a deep ravine where can be seen the worth of passion play. 

The Queen of Hearts still making tarts, and I not making hay.

 oh I loved too much and such is such and such, Is happiness thrown away.

I gave her gifts of the mind, I gave her the secret signs 

That's  known to the artists who have known the true gods of the sound and stone.

And her words and tint without a stint, I gave her poems to say. 

With her own dark hair, Like clouds over fields of May.   

On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,

 i see her walking now Away from me so hurriedly, my reason must allow.

 That I had loved not as I should, a creature made of clay,

 When the angel woos the clay he'll lose His wings a the dawn of the day.

Bring flowers of the rarest, bring blossoms the fairest, 

from garden and woodland and hillside and dale;

 our full hearts are swelling,

 our glad voices telling the praise of the loveliest flower of the vale.

O Mary we crown the with blossoms today, 

Queen of the Angels and Queen of the May (2)

Their lady they name thee,their mistress proclaim thee.

 Oh, grant that thy children on earth be as true,

 as long as the bowers are radiant with flowers 

as long as the azure shall keep its bright hue.

 

Verse

Sing gaily in chorus the bright angels o'er us re-echo the strains we begin upon earth, 

their harps are repeating the notes of our greeting for 

Mary herself is the cause of our mirth.

Verse. 

Faith of our fathers, living still in spite of dungeon, fire and sword; oh, 

how our hearts beat high with joy whene'er we hear that glorious word!

Faith of our fathers! Holy Faith We will be true to thee till death, 

we will be true to the till death.

Our fathers, chained in prisons dark, were still in heart and conscience free;

 how sweet would be their children's fate, if they like them could die for thee!

Verse

Faith of our fathers , Mary's prayers shall win our country back to thee;

 and through the truth that comes from God our land shall then indeed be free.

Verse

Faith of our fathers, we will love both friend and foe in all our strife,

 and preach thee too, as love knows how by kindly words and virtuous life. 

		De Profundis "Out of the Depths" Out of the depths I have cried unto Thee, O Lord - Lord hear my voice! Let Thine ears be attentive to the voice of my supplication. If Thou, O Lord, shalt mark our iniquities, O Lord, who can abide it? For with Thee there is mercy, and by reason of Thy law I have waited for Thee, O Lord. My soul hath hoped in the Lord. From morning watch even unto night, let Israel hope in the Lord. For with the Lord there is mercy, and with Him is plentiful redemption. And He shall redeem Israel from all its iniquities. V. Eternal rest grant unto them, O Lord. R. And let perpetual light shine upon them. Let Us Pray O God, the Creator and Redeemer of all the faithful, grant to the souls of Thy departed servants the full remission of all their sins, that through our pious supplications they may obtain that pardon which they have always desired. Thou who livest and reignest world without end. Amen.

Ave Maria in Latin Ave Maria, gratia plena, Dominus tecum. Benedicta tu in mulieribus, et benedictus fructus ventris tui, Iesus. Sancta Maria, Mater Dei,  ora pro nobis peccatoribus, nunc et in hora mortis nostrae. Amen.

Irish Gaelic Ave Maria    Sé do bheatha, a Mhuire, atá lán de ghrásta, tá an Tiarna leat. Is beannaithe thú idir mná agus is beannaithe toradh do bhroinne, Íosa. A Naomh Mhuire, a Mháthair Dé, guigh orainn na peacaigh, anois agus ar uair ár mbáis.Amen .

 

 

Kathy, Maureen and Barthley Foy

St Therese of Lisieux

 I read her life story once when I was at Quarr abbey, gave me some insight to life.

Remember, O most loving Virgin Mary, that it is a thing unheard of, that anyone ever had recourse to thy protection , implored thy help, or sought thy intercession, and was left forsaken. Filled therefore with confidence in thy goodness I fly to thee, Oh Mother, Virgin of virgins. To thee I come before thee I stand a sorrowful sinner. Despise not my poor words, O Mother of God, but graciously hear and grant my prayer.  

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Remember most loving Virgin Mary, Hugh Hebborn, Michael Hebborn William Hebborn and Rebecca Hebborn, please look after them and keep them safe in your hands.

Tantum ergo Sacramentum Veneremur cernui : Et antiquuum documentum Nono cedat ritui ; Praestet fides supplementum Sensuum defectui. Genitori, Genitoque Laus et Jublilatatio Salus, honor, virtus quoque. Sit et benedictio ; Procedenti ab utroque Compar sit laudatio Amen 

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Catholic Church Rome

I'll sing a hymn to Mary, The Mother of my God, The Virgin of all Virgins, Of David's royal blood. Oh, teach me, holy Mary A loving song to frame When wicked men blaspheme thee To love and bless thy name. When troubles dark afflict me In sorrow and in care, Thy light doth ever guide me O beauteous Morning Star. Lo, I'll be ever ready Thy goodly help to claim, When wicked men blaspheme thee I'll love and bless thy name.