Thurles Information

Reminder: This evening (December 9th, 2022) around 6:00pm, Santa Claus (Father Christmas, Saint Nicholas, Saint Nick, Kris Kringle, or simply Santa), will be passing through Liberty Square in Thurles, Co. Tipperary, so organise yourselves.

A Cherry Cherry Merry Christmas.

Vocals and Lyrics: Neil Diamond

Wish you a very merry, cherry cherry Christmas,
And a holly holy holiday, too.
Underneath your tree may there always be,
Sounds of harmony, not a song sung blue.
Just a very merry, cherry cherry Christmas,
And if all of those who love you gather near,
You’ll have a very merry, cherry cherry, holly holy
Rock and rolly Christmas this year.
When the snow drops on the treetops,
It’s a pretty amazing scene.
Hear the choir, light the fire,
Feels like pretty amazing grace if you know what I mean.
Oh yeah, it’s Christmas time.
In a world of make-believe I’m a believer,
And I believe in things not always understood.
But the things you feel make believing real,
That’s why Christmas feels so good, so good, so good.
When you imagine all the world as one great chorus,
You’re gonna learn that every voice has got a song,
Let’s raise a Christmas toast of red, red wine,
We’ll even sing Sweet Caroline while the whole world sings along.
I hear music in the sound of children laughing.
It’s a beautiful noise that fits you like a song.
Makes you wanna have a very merry, holly holy
Cherry cherry Christmas time the whole year long.
The whole year long,
Sing your Christmas song.
The whole year long
Cherry Christmas, everyone.

END

To my ear nobody sings “I’ll Tell Me Ma” with the same flamboyant confidence of style , as Dublin born singer-songwriter Sinéad O’Connor.

“I’ll Tell Me Ma”

I’ll tell me ma, when I go home,
The boys won’t leave the girls alone.
They pulled my hair, they stole my comb,
That’s alright, ’til I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courting one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

Albert Mooney says he loves her.
All the boys are fighting for her.
They knock at the door and they ring at the bell,
Oh, my true love, are you well?
Out she comes, as white as snow,
Rings on her fingers bells on her toes.
Johnny Murphy says, “She will die,
If she doesn’t get the fella with the roving eye”.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courting one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

Let the wind and the rain and the hail blow high,
And the snow come shovelling from the sky.
She’s as nice as apple pie.
She’ll get her own lad, by and by.
When she gets a lad of her own,
She won’t tell her ma, when she gets home.
Let them all come, as they will,
But it’s Albert Mooney she loves still.
She is handsome, she is pretty.
She is the belle of Belfast City.
She is courting one, two, three.
Please won’t you tell me who is she?

END