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'She's got a queer temper of her own, said the landlord; 'but she ain't a bad sort for all that. She's clever, too: she's the only woman in Wales, they say, as can play on the crwth now since Mrs. Davies is dead, what larnt her to do it. 'The crwth? 'The old ancient Welsh fiddle what can draw the Sperrits o' Snowdon when it's played by a vargin.
Dennis Fannin 0 7 6 "Very good, indeed, for a working mason." Jemmy Riley 0 5 0 "Not bad for a hedge-carpenther." "I gave you ten, plaze, your reverence," shouted Jemmy, "and by the same token, you may remember it was on the Nativity of the Blessed Vargin, sir, I gave you the second five shillin's."
She hurried across the bottom, with wavering knees she climbed the embankment, then skirting the fields, she half walked, half ran to the village, and selecting back streets and alleys, tumbled, half distracted, into the home of her sister. "Holy Vargin!" screamed Katy Dolan. "Whativer do be ailin' you, Mary Malone?" "Jimmy! Jimmy!" sobbed the shivering Mary. "I knew it! I knew it!
"She can't help her hair," said Andy. "I wish I could cut it off, and her head along with it, the sthrap! Oh, blessed Vargin! to have my daughter-in-law " "What?" said Andy, getting rather alarmed. "That all the country knows is " "What?" cried Andy. "Not a fair nor a market-town doesn't know her as well as Oh, wirra! wirra!"
There's nothing here to be afraid of, barrin' the gray horses an' the ould cow. Come, I say. The Vargin and St. Pather presarve me! Are ye come back?
I'm playin' the part av a steppin'-stone betwixt the two. Afther they've larned to lift their sowls to Higgins, they'll be able to go a bit higher, say to the saints first, an' thin to the blissid Vargin, an' so on, wan step at a time, till they've got the whole av it. But it'll be mortial slow, I'm doubtin'. I may have to bear an' forbear as I am for an intire gineration av the poor crachurs."
His back was to the door, when they entered; but he had heard the Irishman's voice on the stair. "Well, Tim, how are you?" he said, turning round. "Holy Vargin!" ejaculated Tim, dropping into a chair, and crossing himself with great fervor "Sure, I'm bewitched. Here's an ould gentleman, wid a wonderful head of hair, has been staleing Mister Ralph's voice."
You may stand with your back to the light or be taking any advantage you want." "Why, what do you mean?" spluttered Wessner. "I'm manin'," said Freckles tersely, "to lick a quarter-section of hell out of you, and may the Holy Vargin stay me before I leave you here carrion, for your carcass would turn the stummicks of me chickens!"
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