A Song for St. Tammany's Day.
"On Schuylkill's banks how sweet to rove!
Fidelia by my side;
The nymph's and swains in every grove
Walk like bridegroom and bride.
"Behold you cott in gayest mood!
Doth cleave the silver wave;
Whilst boys behind each corps of wood,
Their limbs do freely lave.
"The variegated hills and dales!
Are drest in lively green;
The orchards and embroider'd vales
With richest flowers are seen.
"The little lasses dance and sing!
And in the alcoves play;
All nature now is on the wing!
In all the pride of May."
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“We sainted St. Tammany (King Tamanend III) because he embodied moral perfection and every divine qualification that a deity could possess. I hold him in higher esteem than the saints of the Roman Catholic Church. He'll forever be the patron saint of America.”
― George Washington
6 comments:
That was fun Joe!
It'll be even more fun when we all start playing injuns again.
Why might "we all" do that?
For the fun of it, of course!
No. I won't. I doubt anyone else will either.
Yeah.
Because you are cretin. :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))
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