Am 11. Februar fand in der Pfarrkirche Treffling im Rahmen der Kultikveranstaltungen ein irischer Abend statt, von dem das TBF einige Ausschnitte zeigt. Herzlich willkommen, einen großen Applaus bitte für Monika und Karl Holzmann. Oh, real home, I believe in us Real home, my fellow one Will you go with me, my love? To be my home, my real one Smiling the land, smiling the sea Sweetest sound of the earth What we've done, you know, just you and me The two of us together A bloodless courted me For nine months or better He fairly won my heart He wrote me a letter With a slre in his hand he looked so clever And if I was with my God I would live forever The captain cried, call me boy, I wish you were my mate Your rosy cheeks, your ruby lips, they are enticing me I wish in God with all my heart, I made you were to me. As she onward sped, I shook my head, and I gazed with a feeling rare. And the saint said, to a passerby, also made with her nut-grown hair. He smiled at me and with pride chased me. That's the game of violence ground. She's John Lewis and Mick Cairn from the bands of the band. She's the star of the county down. But it leaves to grow and it wins to glow. And fruit on every tree is me Me father's working down the street me mother the key of keys does keep me doors and windows all to drink I cannot let you in. Oh Let me come in the soldier pride cold blowing the rainy night Let me come in the soldier pride. I'll never come back again, I know. Then she got up and let him in, and kissed his ruby lips and chin. Then they went to bed again, and the soldier he won her favour. Then she blessed the rainy night, call blowin' the rainy night. Then she blessed the rainy night, there ever she let him in, no. And who are you, my pretty fellow mate, and who are you, me honey? And who are you, my pretty fellow mate, and who are you, my honey? I answered him quite noticeably, I am me mother starving with me To the aid of folly diddle lady, deary folly diddle deary young And will you come to me mother's house when the moon is shining clearly? And will I come to your mother's house when the moon only shining clearly. I'll open a door and I'll let you in and a devil-diving fun will hear us with me. Toody-yay, foody-deedle-day, dee-ree, foody-deedle-dee-ree, oh. The boys in Liverpool, when we safely landed, called me such a fool. No longer could I stand if my flap began to boil. Temper, I was losing, poor old yearling, I soon began abusing the rain. My voice said, ah, my ship had not yet to fly, some god will let's pass by. And so I was a-hobbling with a loud array, they turned in their frame, and soon we cleared their way to rocky road to double day. He wrote the doublet Only a skipper with a scared canoe Was the only one who ever got through And buffers back where their wreaths grow The fate of Franklin no one knows The fate of Franklin no tongue can tell Lord Franklin, Lord, and his sailors do And it saved us during this cold winter You're the muscle of my heart Harp of joy, a cruise for free Moon of guidance by the heart strength and light you are to me Feel me o'er, o'er, o'er, feel me o'er, o'er, feel me o'er, o'er, Sada mai, wē lauri.