A touch of our heritage.

By admin The Hibernian Blog • February 8, 2017


In the early days of our Hibernian Society, there was a great desire to learn some of the great heritage of our ancestors. There are many flavors which go together to conjure the Banquet which is Irish poetry — from the first written manuscripts of the bards of the ancient Celts to Yeats, the great man of our own century.

And what a feast poetry and photography is contained within this anthology!

From the basalt cliffs of the Giant’s Causeway looking out over the grey Atlantic to the Georgian splendor of Dublin, Ireland is a land of poets and poetry, and a bottle of stout or a few threads of smooth whiskey can combine with the wisps of peat smoke to weave magical tales.

Irish writers delight in words and the weaving of stories and they have an aching love for their native land, wherever they may be. For those who already know that delight and that love this selections of words and photographs reconfirms them. For those new to the land of those the Irish poets, welcome: you shall enjoy your Banquet!

(The above is borrowed from David Lyons, Who has established himself as a location and travel photographer of international standing. He has had a long and continuing interest in man’s relationship with the land from prehistoric times and its expression in literature, mythology and poetry.)

So … Let us proceed! In the early days of the Hibernian Society, there was an attempt made to create an interest in the Irish language, which lost impetus; Followed by learning some interest in learning to sing Irish songs / melodies, etc. which went very well! Followed by Irish dance, which was well received!

We are trying to interest more participants in the Society, like 50 new members! So here goes! We shall begin with poetry!! Please join us!



Now you asked me to sing you a bit of a song,
‘Tis not very short and it’s not very long,
You asked me to sing about something that’s new,
Be-dad, now,’ says I’I don’t mind if I do.’

Well my name ‘tis Dan Murphy and a farmer am I,
I courted a lass and I felt rather shy,
She invited me in for a moment to two, Be-dad,now, says I, don’t mind if I Do.’

When we entered the kitchen it was cozy, and bright,
Soon a fine hearty supper I put out out of sight,
Says she, ‘would you care for one glass or two?’
Be-Dad now,’ says I, I don’t mind if I do.’

So we talked about that and we talk and we talked about this
Bearing the time she was stealing a kiss,
‘Do you love me? Asked Peggy, ‘For I do love you’
‘Be-dad now,’says I, don’t mind I’d I do.’

So we hugged and we squeezed in fond lover’s delight,
Said Peggy, the darling, Please make me your wife,
I’ve an acre of ground and I’ve one cow or two.’
Be-dad now, ‘says I, I don’t mind if I do.

We went the next morning to the Church to be wed.
The preacher presented the book and he said,
‘Now let you take you Peggy and Peggy’ll take you,’
Be-dad now,’ says I, ‘I don’t mind if I do.’

Twelve months we’ve been married and we’ve one little lad,
The neighbours do swear that he’s just like his dad,
But Peggy wants more, at least one or two,
‘Be-dad, now,’says I, I don’t mind if I do. ‘.

– Anonymous