Top O The Mornin'

On this fine St Patrick's Day I wish you...

A fine stretch of the legs...


A stirring song...



A good book to make your mind take flight...


A strong cup of Barry's Tea...



Some bread baked with love to fill you up...




Slante'



May the rains sweep gentle across your fields,
May the sun warm the land,
May every good seed you have planted bear fruit,
And late summer find you standing in fields of plenty.