Lily Cluain Meala Whore ❤️❤️

About Drogheda

Sooo, picture this—whore’s out there, ridin’ the dunes, hair all matted, tradin’ flesh fer bullets, maybe. Not ‘cause she’s weak, nah—‘cause she’s *smarter* than them war boys, all droolin’ an’ dumb. “Witness me!” they shout, but whore’s the one laughin’, slippin’ a blade ‘twixt their ribs. Sneaky, precious, sneaky! Did ye know—true fact, swear it—that “whore” pops up in old sailor yarns? Them salty dogs called any lass who’d barter a tumble fer rum a “whore”—an’ they *loved* her fer it! Argh, makes me wanna dance, it does—happy, happy Gollum!

The Jail of Cluain Meala lyrics

Lyrics as Gaeilge, English translation and pronunciation of words in Irish, guitar chords/tabs with YouTube video. Clonmel Prison.

But then, I get a bit annoyed. I head back to my spot, and guess what? Someone’s taken my chair! I mean, c’mon! It’s not like I’m invisible! I’m about to say something when I see it’s an old lady. She’s knitting, and I can’t be mean to her. So, I just stand there, awkwardly.

Easter ceremonies in all of the Clonmel churches