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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.

Death Of Carmel Long, Thurles, Co. Tipperary.

It was with great sadness that we learned of the death, today Tuesday 11th April 2023, of Mrs Carmel Long (née Kelly), Lower Ballingarry (South Riding), Thurles, Co. Tipperary and formerly of Clonfanlough, Clonmacnoise, Co. Offaly.

Pre-deceased by her parents Mary and Michael; Mrs Long passed away peacefully, following a long illness most bravely borne and while in the care of staff at the Palliative Care Unit of Waterford University Hospital.

Her passing is most deeply regretted and sadly missed by her heartbroken family; husband Patrick, son Michael, sister Chrissie, brothers Peter and P.J., nephews, nieces, brothers-in-law, sisters-in-law, father-in-law Richard, cousins, extended relatives, neighbours and friends.

Requiescat in Pace.

Funeral Arrangements.

The earthly remains of Mrs Long will repose in Hugh Ryan’s Funeral Home, Slievenamon Road, Thurles (E41 CP59) on tomorrow afternoon, Wednesday, April 12th, from 5:00pm until 7:00pm same evening.
Her remains will be received into the Church of the Assumption, Ballingarry, Thurles on Thursday morning, April 13th, at 11:00am, to further repose for Requiem Mass at 11:30am.
Interment will take place immediately afterwards in Clonmacnoise cemetery, Co Offaly (Estimated Time of Arrival 2:30pm).

The extended Long family wish to express their appreciation for your understanding at this difficult time and have made arrangements for those persons wishing to send messages of condolence, to use the link shown HERE.


Suaimhneas síoraí dá h-anam dílis.

Artist Damien McCarron To Exhibit In Cashel Library, Co. Tipperary.

Ms Maura Barrett, (Cashel Library) Reports.

Cashel’s adopted son, Mr Damien McCarron will display his latest art exhibition in Cashel Library, Friar St, St. Francisabbey, Cashel, Co. Tipperary, during the month of April 2023.

Mr McCarron is an established artist, who trained at the Crawford Collage of Art & Design and is a former Curator of the Cashel Folk Village, Dominic Street, St. Dominick’s Abbey, Cashel, Co. Tipperary.

He will, this month, showcase stunning local scenes painted in oil; together with mythical scenes printed on silk.

Mr Damien McCarron.

Mr McCarron was awarded the ‘Tommas Dammn Award’ in 2003, and has exhibited in the Royal Hibernian Academy (RHA) Annual Exhibition on two former occasions; in the Fenton Gallery, Cork, and in The Source Arts Centre, here in Thurles, as well as other local galleries in Tipperary and elsewhere.

Please do visit Cashel Library to see his stunning work.

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

Tipperary Nodding Cowslips.

An extract from the poem ‘HUMANITAD’* by Irish poet and playwright Oscar Wilde, (1854 – 1900).
[* From the Latin word meaning “Human Nature”.]

Cowslips, Co. Tipperary.
Pic. G. Willoughby.

HUMANITAD

Full winter: and the lusty goodman brings
His load of faggots from the chilly byre,
And stamps his feet upon the hearth, and flings
The sappy billets on the waning fire,
And laughs to see the sudden lightening scare
His children at their play, and yet, – the spring is in the air;
Already the slim crocus stirs the snow,
And soon yon blanched fields will bloom again
With nodding cowslips for some lad to mow,
For with the first warm kisses of the rain
The winter’s icy sorrow breaks to tears,
And the brown thrushes mate, and with bright eyes the rabbit peers
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