Well, then tell me Ginger Ted, tell me why you hurry so,
Hush mo teddy hush and listen and his checks were all aglow.
I bear orders from the captain get you ready quick and soon,
For the Ted’s must be together by the raising of the moon
At the rising of the moon Ted, at the rising of the moon,
The Ted’s must be together at the rising of the moon.

Oh then tell me Ginger Ted where this gathering is to be,
At the old spot at Fordies house right well know to you and me,
One more word for signal token, whistle out the marching tune,
And march out with me for freedom at the rising of the moon.
At the rising of the moon Ted, at the rising of the moon.
And March out with me for freedom at the rising of the moon

Out from many a dolls houses, glass eyes were watching through the night
Many a stuffed breast was beating for the coming morning light
Murmurs ran along the valley to the banshee’s lonely croon
And a thousand glass eyes were flashing by the rising of the moon,
By the rising of the moon Ted, by the rising of the moon
And a thousand glass eyes were flashing by the rising of the moon.

All around that mayo house that dark mass of teddies was seen,
And above there shinning weapons hung their own beloved dreams
Death to every foe and toy hater, whistle up a marching tune
And hoorah me Ted’s for freedom ‘tis the rising of the moon
Tis the rising of the moon Ted, Tis the rising of the moon
And hoorah me Ted’s for freedom ‘tis the rising of the moon

1. Whats your name?
2. When did we meet?
3. Where did we meet?
4. Are we close?
5. Best memory of me?
6. Describe me in 3 words?
7. What was your first impression of me?
8. Do u still think the same?
9. What reminds u of me?
10. Have you ever had a crush on me?
11. Do you still?
12. If you could give me anything what would it be?
13. How well do u know me?
14. What do u like best about me?
15. Ever wanted 2 tell me something u couldn’t?
16. When was the last time you saw me?
17. Give me a nickname and explain why?
18. R u gonna put this on your blog and c what i say bout u?
19. Anything 2 say b4 u go

In a small hotel in London I was sitting down to dine,

When the waiter brought the register and asked me if I'd sign.

And as I signed I saw a name that set my heart astir -

A certain 'Francis Farrelly' had signed the register.

I knew a lot of Farrellys and out of all the crew

I kept on 'sort of wonderin' which Farrelly were you.

And when I'd finished dinner I sat back in my chair,

Going round my native land to find, what Farrelly you were.


Were you the keen-eyed Kerryman I met below Kenmare,

Who told me that when Ireland fought 'the odds were never fair'?

If Cromwell had met Sarsfield, or met Owen Roe O'Neill,

Its not to Misther Gladstone we'd be looking for repeal.

Would have Ireland for the Irish, not a Saxon to be seen,

And only Gaelic spoken in that House in College Green.

Told me landlords wor the Divil! Their agints ten times worse,

And iv'ry sort of government for Ireland was a curse!

Oh! If you're that Francis Farrelly, your dreams have not come true,

Still, Slainthe, Slainthe, Fransheen! for I like a man like you!

Or were you the Francis Farrelly that often used to say

He'd like to blow them Papishes from Darry walls away?

The boy who used to bother me that Orange Lodge to join,

And thought that history started with the Battle o' the Boyne...

I was not all with ye, Francis, the Pope is not ma friend,

But still I hope, poor man, he'll die without that bloody end -

And when yer quit from care yerself, and get to Kingdom Come,

It's no use teachin' you the harp - you'll play the Orange dru!

Och! man, ye wor a fighter, of that I have no doubt,

For I seen ye in Belfast one night when the Antrim Road was out!

And many a time that evinin' I thought that ye wor dead,

The way them Papish pavin' stones was hoppin' off yer head.

Oh! If you're the Francis Farrelly who came from north Tyrone -

Here's looking to ye, Francis, but do leave the Pope alone.

Or were you the Francis Farrelly that in my college days

For strolling on the Kingston Pier had such a curious craze?

D'ye mind them lovely sisters - the blonde and the brunette?

I know I've not forgotten, and I don't think you forget!

That picnic at the Dargle - and the other at the Scalp...

How my heart was palpitatin'- hers wasn't - not a palp!

Someone said ye married money - and maybe ye were wise,

But the gold you loved was in her hair, and the di'monds in her eyes!

So I like to think ye married her and that you're with her yet,

'Twas some 'meleesh'' officer that married the brunette;

But the blonde one always loved ye, and I knew you loved her too,

So me blessing on you, Francis, and the blue sky over you!


Or were you the Francis Farrelly I met so long ago,

In the bog below Belmullet, in the county of Mayo?

That long legged, freckled Francis with the deep-set, wishful eyes,

That seemed to take their colour from those ever-changing skies.

That put his flute together as I sketched the distant scene,

And played me 'Planxty Kelly'and the 'Wakes of Inniskeen'.

That told me in the autumn he'd be sailin' to the west

To try and make his fortune and send money to the rest.

And would I draw a picture of the place where he was born,

And he'd hang it up, and look at it, and not feel so forlorn.

And when I had it finished, you got up from where you sat,

And you said, 'Well, you're the Divil, and I can't say more than that.'

Oh! If you're that Francis Farrelly, you're fortune may be small,

But I'm thinking - thinking - Francis, that I love you best of all;

And I never can forget you - though it's years and years ago -

In the bog below Belmullet, in the county of Mayo.

Percy French (1854 - 1920)