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In a glen stood a cottage...
and a mother cooking porridge.
Cause the famine had taken the potatoes.
and there were none left in her storage.
Irish Oatmeal..
In the morning..
In the afternoon...
In the twilight.
In a pub..
Flew a lad ..who heard the screeching of the Banshee.
"Just relax..", said the keep.."What you need is a bowl of our good mothers' porridge".
OATMEAL..
In the morning..
In the afternoon...
In the twilight.
Then there appeared in the door..
The figure of The Banshee!
"Have no fear..no one here...what I need is a bowl of your good porridge".
Irish Oatmeal..
In the morning..
In the afternoon...
In the twilight.
As he finished..cried the lad.."I've lost all me courage!"
"Just relax"..said the Banshee. "What you need is a bowl of that good mothers' porridge".
Irish Oatmeal..
In the morning..
In the afternoon...
In the twilight.
In the "Isle of the Green" you've not long to forage.
"For a cup..or a bowl..or a spoon of your "sainted" mothers porridge!"
Irish Oatmeal..
In the morning..
In the afternoon...
In the twilight.
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