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
That was fun Joe!
ReplyDeleteIt'll be even more fun when we all start playing injuns again.
ReplyDeleteWhy might "we all" do that?
ReplyDeleteFor the fun of it, of course!
ReplyDeleteNo. I won't. I doubt anyone else will either.
ReplyDeleteYeah.
ReplyDeleteBecause you are cretin. :-)))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))))