Biggus
04-01-2015, 05:27 AM
THE FEAST OF ST MARTIN OF TOURS
St. Martin's Day,
Or the Feast of St. Martin,
Martinstag, Martinmas
Or Martin le Miséricordieux
The Feast of St Martin of Tours,
Is a time for feasting celebrations
On November the 11th
When the autumn wheat fields
Were sown for the following year
And the annual slaughter
Of well fattened cattle
To produce "Martinmas beef"
And it was also the time
When hiring fairs were held
Where farm unemployed labourer’s
Could find new work
Feast Day November 11th
SAMHAIN
Samhain, on November 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal festivals
Samhain marks
The beginning of winter,
The End of the harvest season,
And the end of autumn
Celebrated with feasting,
Guising and mumming
And the lighting of bonfires
I AM A LOVER OF PUCCINI
I am a lover of Puccini
And his music is so powerful
That the meaning of the words
Are almost immaterial
WE ALL NEED A PLACE TO BE ALONE
We all need a place to be alone
Somewhere to find serenity
A place for some “me” time
It could be in the mountains
Or down beside the sea
Or even sitting in the garden
Enjoying a cup of tea
IT ISN’T AU REVOIR
It isn’t au revoir
It’s not auf wiedersehen
Nor is it arrivederci
You will not appear again
Dignitas is simply
Goodbye to pain
IT PROVIDES FAR MORE PROBLEMS
It provides far more problems
Than any solutions it brings
For communism doesn't work
As people like to own things
St. Martin's Day,
Or the Feast of St. Martin,
Martinstag, Martinmas
Or Martin le Miséricordieux
The Feast of St Martin of Tours,
Is a time for feasting celebrations
On November the 11th
When the autumn wheat fields
Were sown for the following year
And the annual slaughter
Of well fattened cattle
To produce "Martinmas beef"
And it was also the time
When hiring fairs were held
Where farm unemployed labourer’s
Could find new work
Feast Day November 11th
SAMHAIN
Samhain, on November 1st
Is one of the four
Gaelic seasonal festivals
Samhain marks
The beginning of winter,
The End of the harvest season,
And the end of autumn
Celebrated with feasting,
Guising and mumming
And the lighting of bonfires
I AM A LOVER OF PUCCINI
I am a lover of Puccini
And his music is so powerful
That the meaning of the words
Are almost immaterial
WE ALL NEED A PLACE TO BE ALONE
We all need a place to be alone
Somewhere to find serenity
A place for some “me” time
It could be in the mountains
Or down beside the sea
Or even sitting in the garden
Enjoying a cup of tea
IT ISN’T AU REVOIR
It isn’t au revoir
It’s not auf wiedersehen
Nor is it arrivederci
You will not appear again
Dignitas is simply
Goodbye to pain
IT PROVIDES FAR MORE PROBLEMS
It provides far more problems
Than any solutions it brings
For communism doesn't work
As people like to own things