The leprechauns made me do it


Tim Finnegan lived in Walkin Street,
A gentle Irishman mighty odd
He had a brogue both rich and sweet,
An‘ to rise in the world he carried a hod

You see he’d a sort of a tipplers way
but for the love for the liquor poor Tim was born
To help him on his way each day,
he’d a drop of the craythur every morn

Whack fol the dah now dance to yer partner
round the flure yer trotters shake
Bend an ear to the truth they tell ye,
we had lots of fun at Finnegan’s Wake.

Es war St. Patrick’s Day und deshalb sind alle Bilder grün. Aber eigentlich war es nur wieder eine Fingerübung für den Fotomarathon Regensburg am 07.05.2016.