An Irish-Arcadian Blessing
May the railroad rise to meet you,
May the steam be always at your back,
May the smell of popcorn waft up to your nostrils,
The soot fall soft upon your head,
May you be in Curriers a half-hour before the Conductor knows you've jumped the train,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Happy Saint Paddy's to all you Arcade & Atticans!
(And although she may no longer be decked out in her Halloween colors, sure she's lookin' mighty Irish in her new coat of Celtic green!)
May the railroad rise to meet you,
May the steam be always at your back,
May the smell of popcorn waft up to your nostrils,
The soot fall soft upon your head,
May you be in Curriers a half-hour before the Conductor knows you've jumped the train,
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
Happy Saint Paddy's to all you Arcade & Atticans!
(And although she may no longer be decked out in her Halloween colors, sure she's lookin' mighty Irish in her new coat of Celtic green!)
