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“Puff, the Magic Dragon” Controversy.

The lyrics hereunder tell the story of an ageless dragon named “Puff”, and his playmate, “Jackie Paper”, latter a little boy who grows up and moves on from the imaginary adventures of childhood, leaving a rather disheartened “Puff” without a friend. The song’s story takes place by the sea in the fictional land of Honah-Lee.

Just over 60 years ago a song entitled “Puff, the Magic Dragon” (or “Puff”); written by Peter Yarrow a member of that great American folk group known as “Peter, Paul and Mary” was recorded and released in January 1963. The song was based on a poem initially written by Leonard Lipton.

Even though the song’s composer, Peter Yarrow, insisted that it was not talking about smoking marijuana, that wasn’t good enough for then United States Vice President Spiro Agnew, who deemed it to be pro-narcotics and called for the banning of the tune.
Despite the voices of the powerful and those seeking attention, speaking out against the song, it ended up being a smash hit, peaking at No 2 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts and thus becoming one of the folk trio’s most enduring of hits.
Singer-songwriter and guitarist Peter Yarrow insisted that the song was about the hardships of growing older and had absolutely no relationship, whatsoever, to drug-taking.

After the song’s initial success, speculation suggested, in a 1964 article published in Newsweek, that the song contained veiled references to smoking marijuana. The word “Paper” as in the surname “Jackie Paper”, the dragons human friend was claimed to be a reference to rolling cigarette papers; the words “by the sea” were interpreted as “by the C” (i.e. as in cannabis), the word “mist” supposedly stood for “smoke”, the land of “Honah-Lee” stood for “hashish”, and “dragon” was interpreted as “draggin” (i.e. inhalation of smoke). The name “Puff” was supposed to be a reference to taking a “puff” on a joint.
These suppositions later was claimed to be common knowledge to everyone; in a letter sent to The New York Times in 1984.
The song was banned in Singapore and Hong Kong because authorities believed it did contain references to a drug culture. Our readers can now make up their own minds.

Puff (The Magic Dragon)

Words and Music: Peter Yarrow and the late Leonard Lipton (1940 – 2022)

Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff,
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff.

Chorus
Oh! Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honah-Lee.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea,
And frolicked In the autumn mist in a land called Honah­-Lee.

Together they would travel on a boat with billowed sail;
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puffs gigantic tail.
Noble kings and princes would bow whene’er they came.
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name.
Repeat Chorus

A dragon lives forever but not so little boys.
Painted wings and giant rings make way for other toys,
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more,
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.
His head was bent in sorrow; green scales fell like rain.
Puff no longer went to play along that cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave,
So Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave.
Repeat Chorus

END

Several new optional verses have since been introduced, including:-

One fine day it happened; Puff woke up from a dream.
He thought he heard a familiar voice and Jackie’s laugh it seemed.
He looked around his cavern and over by the door,
Stood a little boy with a piece of string and a smile he’d seen before.

“Hello My name is Billy, my dad told me your name.
He said I’d find you in the cave along the cherry lane”
.
Puff, that mighty dragon smiled in his joy,
He’d never be alone again for this was Jackie’s boy.

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Lonely & Homeless

Lonely: Defined as sad because a person has no friends or company.
Homeless: Defined as being without a home, and therefore typically residing on the street.

Streets of London

Lyrics and Vocals: English singer-songwriter and acoustic guitarist Ralph McTell.

Streets of London

Have you seen the old man in a closed-down market?
Kicking up the paper with his worn out shoes.
In his eyes, you see no pride and held loosely at his side,
Yesterday’s paper telling yesterday’s news.
Chorus:
So, how can you tell me you’re lonely and say for you that the sun don’t shine?
Let me take you by the hand and lead you through the streets of London.
I’ll show you something to make you change your mind.

Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London?
Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags.
She’s no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking,
Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Repeat Chorus:

In the all night café at a quarter past eleven,
Same old man sitting there on his own.
Looking at the world over the rim of his teacup.
And each tea lasts an hour and he wanders home alone.
Repeat Chorus:

Have you seen the old man outside the seaman’s mission?
Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears.
And in our winter city the rain cries a little pity,
For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn’t care.
Repeat Chorus:

END

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Happy Easter To All Our Readers.

Wishing all our readers, both at home and abroad, a very Happy Easter Holiday.

Lord I Hope This Day Is Good.

Lyrics: Song writer David Hanner, latter a member of The Corbin Hanner Band.

Vocals: American country music singer, songwriter the late Don Ray Williams (1939 – 2017).

Lord I Hope This Day Is Good.

Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.
Lord, have you forgotten me.
I’ve been prayin’ to you faithfully.
I’m not sayin’ I’m a righteous man,
But Lord I hope you understand.
I don’t need fortune and I don’t need fame.
Send down the thunder, Lord, send down the rain,
But when you’re plannin’ just how it will be
Plan a good day for me.
Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.
You’ve been the King since the dawn of time.
All that I’m askin’ is a little less crime.
It might be hard for the devil to do,
But it would be easy for you.
Lord, I hope this day is good.
I’m feelin’ empty and misunderstood.
I should be thankful, Lord, I know I should,
But Lord I hope this day is good.

END

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‘Happiest Memories Are Of Easter Time & Easter Parades’ Writes Tom Ryan.

I first fell in love with Easter when I heard Judy Garland sing “I could write a sonnet about your Easter Bonnet With all the frills upon it in the Easter Parade”. Then and for many years later, within the environs of Thurles, was held an ‘Easter Bonnet Parade’. Sadly no more.

In pre-television days as a child it was a treat for me to go out in the early morning, on Easter Sunday, and search under the newly planted cabbage plant leaves to see if the Easter Bunny or Good Fairy of Easter, had brought me a surprise in the dark of night; a reward for being a good boy who had not broken any windows; taking 21 yard frees, playing hurling on the road or had not annoyed the poor unfortunate neighbours with harmless blaggarding.

The movie, “Easter Parade”, with Judy Garland and Fred Astaire, might be showing in the local cinema, to which we went in the afternoon, funded by our Easter egg money, with comics to swap for little chocolate Easter eggs or what remained of a large sized Easter Egg; had we been really lucky enough earlier that morning.

At Easter Sunday Mass it was essential that we brought home bottles of Easter Water, with the stern warning to be sure to not spill it along the way home.

Easter was always one of the most joyful times of the year for us children despite being asked to write essays (compositions, or aisti we called them) on Eiri na Casca and An Chaisc, at the local Christian Brothers School. Easter Sunday was such an uplifting experience after all the solemnity and serious ceremonies of Good Friday, when shops had to be closed before the Stations of the Cross on that day, and when Thurles Cathedral would be packed with genuinely religious folks.
The tradition of the closing of shop shutters on Good Friday, again is longer observed.

As kids we always wore our very best clothes for Mass on Easter Sunday, which was followed by the Easter Commemorations; featuring male members of the Old IRA and Cumann na mBan (“The Women’s Council”) both of whom who had fought in the Irish War of Independence from 1919 to 1921, between the Irish Republican Army and British forces.
Some of those gathered wore Easter Lily badges in their lapels. Here on this day in Liberty Square, Thurles, the Irish Proclamation of Independence would be read aloud and the Irish National Anthem played, as townsfolk stood, like Kevin Barry, who according to the song ‘Kevin Barry’ “proudly held his head on high”, in honour of all who had died during that same War of Independence, begun over 100 years ago, in Soloheadbeg in County Tipperary, on the day the first Dáil Eireann met on January 21st, 1919. As the years have rolled by, the number of those old soldiers who marched in the Easter Sunday Commemorations Parade, sadly are no longer with us.

At the cuardaiocht evenings, on Easter Sunday night, in Thurles in earlier days, it was mandatory to sing “Tipperary So Far Away” a song about legendary Sean Treacy of the Third Tipperary Brigade Old IRA, who was held in the highest esteem in the homesteads of Tipperary. The exploits of Treacy and those of the Third Tipperary Brigade of the Old IRA were related in almost reverential tones by older folks.

The late Mrs Kathleen Allis Cleary, a first cousin once removed of Sean Treacy, lived here in Thurles and possessed the violin which Sean Treacy played at other Cuardaiocht evenings, long ago in possibly more convivial and reverential times in Co. Tipperary.

Easter is still, for me, an uplifting time, offering sparkling hope for the future and not a little nostalgia for a more innocent past.
Happy Easter to all and well wear on your bonnets, ladies! Hats the way!

Tom Ryan, ”Iona” Rahealty, Thurles, County Tipperary.

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A Place In My Heart

A Place In My Heart.

Lyrics: By Canadian singer-songwriter, author, and poet Jean-pierre Ferland.

Vocals: Greek singer, the great Nana Mouskouri.

Find a quiet spot; make yourself comfortable; close your eyes and listen to the wonderful lyrics, vocals and music!

A Place In My Heart

I got your letter yesterday,
From some small town I never knew.
It told me you were on your way,
But not where you were going to.
You said you’re following the sun,
But do you really know for sure.
For after all is said and done,
Just what it is you’re looking for.
There’s a place in my heart,
I wish that your eyes could see.
And there’s no one on earth,
Who loves you as much as me.
If you just travel on and on,
Till I don’t know where.
There’s a place in my heart,
You may never find again.
And so you travel with the wind,
You’ ll find some road to fly along.
And though your letter says the word,
Your heart may soon forget the song.
Then you may someday write the poem,
That tells your life in words of fire,
But you will never have a home,
Or find the love that you desire.
There’s a place in my heart,
I wish that your eyes could see.
And there’s no one on earth,
Who loves you as much as me.
If you just travel on and on,
Till I don’t know where,
There’s a place in my heart,
You may never find again.
And so you are heading for the sea,
Now that the flowers are in bloom,
Just when the wild Mimosa tree,
Is like the colour of our room.
If you just travel on and on,
Till I don’t know where.
There’s a place in my heart,
You may never find again.

END

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