Just in time for StPaddy's, the bruises are turning green. What luck?
How's about a pint of the black throat oil?

I'll tell my mar when I go home
The boys won't leave the girls alone
Wreck my hair and stole my comb
But tha's all right til I go home
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Dublin city
She is courted 1..2..3
Please can you tell me who is he
Albert Mooney says he loves her
Other boys are fighting for her
There up at the door with a ring of the bell
Saying Oh my true luv are you well?
Out she comes as white as snow
Rings on her fingers and bells on her toes........

jingling to her spot FAR from the projectiles in the jello-pit....Elle