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Follow Me.

Follow Me.

Lyrics and Vocals: The late, great American singer and songwriter Henry John Deutschendorf Jr. known professionally as John Denver, (December1943 – October 1997).

Follow Me.

It’s by far the hardest thing I’ve ever done,
To be so in love with you and so alone.
Follow me where I go, what I do, and who I know,
Make it part of you to be a part of me.
Follow me up and down,
All the way and all around,
Take my hand and say you’ll follow me.
Long been on my mind,
You know it’s been a long, long time,
I’ve tried to find the way that I can make you understand,
The way I feel about you,
And just how much I need you,
To be there where I can talk to you,
When there’s no one else around.
Follow me where I go, what I do, who I know,
Make it part of you to be a part of me.
Follow me up and down,
All the way and all around,
Take my hand and say you’ll follow me.
You see I’d like to share my life with you,
And show you things I’ve seen,
Places that I’m going to,
Places where I’ve been.
To have you there beside me,
To never be alone,
And all the time that you’re with me,
We will be at home.
Follow me where I go, what I do, who I know,
Make it part of you to be a part of me.
Follow me up and down,
All the way,
Take my hand and I will follow you.


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Volunteer English Tutors Needed.

Building a better society.

Ms Maura Barrett, (Cashel Library) Reports:-

A Cara,
Cashel Library aims to partner with Failte Isteach, in the Autumn of 2024, to run conversational English classes with migrants and refugees.

To this end we are looking for people who wish to volunteer to support migrants and refugees, through conversational English classes.
Training and resources will be provided free.

If interested please reply to me, Tel: 062-63825, with your name and contact details, before Wednesday July 31st, 2024.

Mise le meas,
Maura Barrett (Branch Librarian)

She’s Bitchin Again.

She’s Bitchin Again.

Lyrics and Vocals: American stand-up comedian, actor, country music artist and songwriter, Rodney Carrington.

She’s Bitchin Again.

[Chorus]

There she goes, bitching again,
Saying things she’s heard from all her friends,
And it don’t matter what I do or where the hell I’ve been.
There she goes, bitching again.

I could make a million dollars, I could put it in her purse,
Buy her a big ol’ mansion and things would just get worse.
I could lasso her the moon and throw it in with all her stuff,
And she’d want to know where Neptune was,
Cause the moon ain’t good enough.

[Repeat Chorus]

I could’ve painted the Sistine Chapel.
I could’ve won a nobel prize.
Built the Great Wall there in China,
And that’d be nothing in her eyes.
I could’ve wrote the whole dang Bible and read it to her twice,
And she’d want to know why the yard, ain’t mowed,
And the fridge don’t make no ice.

There she goes and she’s bitching again,
Saying things she’s heard from all her friends,
And it don’t matter what I do or where the hell I’ve been.
Oh, here she comes and there she goes, bitching again.
And she’s bitching again.

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Pardoned Harry Gleeson Re-Interred In Holycross, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

“Can Honour’s voice provoke the silent dust…”
Extract from poem ‘Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard’, by Thomas Gray.

The earthly remains of an innocent man, executed by hanging in Mountjoy jail; same body having been located within the prison grounds, were handed over to his family last week.
Yesterday, Sunday July 7th, 2024 same remains were re-interred, with his parents in the family plot, following Requiem Mass in Holycross Abbey, Thurles, attended by hundreds of people, some who travelled from other countries, to be in attendance.

Farm worker Mr Harry Gleeson, then aged 38 years, was executed on April 23rd 1941, despite his denial of the killing of a neighbour known as Ms Moll McCarthy of New-Inn, Co Tipperary.

In November, 1940, the executed Mr Gleeson had found the body of this single mother of seven children in a field owned by his uncle Mr John Caesar, while the former was out tending sheep.
The victim had been shot twice in the head and rather than being thanked for alerting local authorities to his gruesome discovery of Ms McCarthy’s body, Mr Gleeson soon found himself charged with her murder.
Following his trial and eventual conviction, the manner of execution was proscribed by the then sentencing Judge, Mr Justice Martin Maguire, that he be ‘hanged by the neck until he be dead.’
Alas, Mr Gleeson’s pardon came 83 years after his execution; granted by the current President of Ireland, Mr Michael D. Higgins, on the initial recommendation of former Minister for Justice, Mr Alan Shatter.

Having studied the original trial transcripts and noting that back in 1941 the judge, Mr Martin Maguire, had asked for a gun register to be shown during the trial. Same register although available, had never been produced by the prosecution.

Yet another issue was the temperature of Ms McCarthy’s body, when it had been first located. The post-mortem report from 1940 indicated that Moll had been murdered at a time when Mr Gleeson actually had an alibi.

Ten years ago in 2014, a retired nurse Ms Ann Martin Walsh, who had cared for Ms Moll McCarthy’s eldest daughter, Ms Mary McCarthy, as the latter was nearing her death, confirmed that her patient had clearly declared that ‘I saw my own mother shot on the kitchen floor and an innocent man died’.

Mr Harry Gleeson denied ever being one of Ms Moll McCarthy’s many known lovers or of fathering one of her seven children, which, it was stated could have jeopardised an inheritance of land, due from an uncle John Caesar.

Today, the murdered body of Ms Moll McCarthy lies in an unmarked grave in a now disused cemetery in New-Inn, Cahir, Co. Tipperary.

In 2015, following a full review of the trial and the evidence provided, members of the Gleeson family attended a special ceremony at the Department of Justice, where a certificate of official pardon was finally presented.

We Had It All.

We Had It All.

Lyrics: Written by American singer, songwriter, and guitarist Troy Seals and the late American session musician, keyboardist and songwriter Donnie Ray Fritts.
Vocals: American recording artist and twice Grammy Award winner Ms Rita Coolidge.

We had it all.

I can hear the wind blowing in my mind,
Just the way it used to sound,
Through the Georgia pines,
And you were there to answer when I called,
You and me we had it all.
Remember how I used to touch your hair?
While reaching for the feeling,
That was always there.
You were the best thing in my life I recall,
You and me, Lord knows we had it all.
Know I can’t re-live those times again,
So I just let my dreams take me back,
To where we’ve been.
I’ll stay right there with you just as long as I can,
Oh it was so good, yes it was so good,
Oh it was so good when your were my man.
I’ll never stop believing in your smile,
Even though you didn’t stay,
It was all worthwhile.
You were the best thing in my life I recall,
You and me, Lord knows we had it all.
Oh yes, you and me we had it all.
You and me we had it all.


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