Allright m'dear....

This girl would arrive walking up the drive, scuffed and dusty, carrying a big bundle of every kind of wildflower from her house to yours. The big black dog at her side would be wishing he had a floppy straw hat to keep the sun away from his face too. She'd be carrying in her pack, amongst various other things, the whiskey starter for the fruitcake she told you about. She'll need help testing it before the night is over, I'm sure. She felt compelled to come, word of world-class pillow fights travels pretty far these days...

As the first evening draws near, she'll sit on the porch, surrounded by a pile of kittens that seemingly materialized out of nowhere, and she'll sing you a song.

Come all you loyal heroes
Wherever you may be
Fair you must rise up early
From clear daylight to dawn
I'm afraid you'll n'er be able
To plow the rocks of Bawn
Oh rise up lovely Sweeney
And gae your horse some hay
I'll give him good feed
Before you go away
Don't feed him on soft turnips
Put him out on your green lawn
For I'm afraid he'll n'er be able
To plow the rocks of Bawn
My shoes are well worn now
My stockings they are thin
My heart is always traveling
I'm afraid I might give in
My heart is always traveling
From clear daylight to dawn
I'm afraid I'll n'er be able
To plow the rocks of Bawn
I wish the queen of England
Would send for me in time
And place me in some regiment
All in my youth and prime
I would fight for Ireland's glory
From clear daylight to dawn
And I never would return again
To plow the rocks of Bawn

~Elle