Quoi, quoi, quoi ?

   Quoi, quoi, quoi ? C'est aujourd'hui la Saint-Patrick ?

   Bon, alors, voici l'une des cartes du jour où trône un trèfle tiré à quatre épingles dans les tons de vert.
 
   Elle se nomme oh la chance !

   Je vous en souhaite des tonnes pour aujourd'hui et pour demain, après-demain, le jour d'après et tout le reste du temps...

   A bientôt,
    eMmA MessanA 

Anne Buckley, Feet of Flames - Carrickfergus
Michael Flatley

I wish I was in Carrickfergus

Where the castle looks out to sea

I would swim over the deepest ocean

For my love to be with me

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over

Nor have I the wings for to fly

I wish I had a handsome boatman

To ferry me over, my love and I

I wish I was in the land of Erin

Where the mountains meet the sea

Where flowers blossom as I do remember

Where my true love came to me

But the sea is wide and I cannot swim over

Nor have I the wings for to fly

Ah to be back now in Carrickfergus

To be together, my love and I

To be together, my love and I

I wish I was in Carrickfergus

I wish I was in Carrickfergus

I wish I was back home again