Trip to Ireland #16

[McClef]

Here is a selection of pictures taken by me on my choir trip to Ireland.

Christ Church Cathedral, Dublin. Like the other main Cathedral, St Patrick's, it is Church in Ireland.



Merhorses (Kelpies?) on the banks of the Liffey.



Street artist at work - thought she was very good.



Typically somebody has to walk in front of the camera at the wrong moment! But I loved the expression on the Bodran player's face anyway.



Moving the angle a bit I was finally able to capture the Molly Malone statue! To Dubliners this is called "The Tart with the Cart" and also "The Dish with the Fish."

But she was the inspiration for the famous ditty:

In Dublin's fair city
Where the girls are so pretty
I once met a young maid named Molly Malone;
She pushed her wheelbarrow
Through streets broad and narrow
Singing "cockles and mussels
Alive alive o!"



View of Molly from the front - the baskets looks kind of empty...



More to come!

[David Dalglish]

Her baskets look quite full to me

[cessna152towser]

Excellent pics, Trefor. There are quite a few street corners in Dublin which have these bronze type statues of the city's worthies.

[CelticRanger66]

Great Pictures!!

[GMan]

These are all great! Glad that you got out of the rat race.

[slohairt]

Her baskets look quite full to me

Aye, that they do!

[Phil]

More great photos Trefor. I've been enjoying them all, particularly Parnell's statue. It kind of rang a bell. Molly's baskets might have been a bit empty but her blouse certainly wasn't.

[McClef]

I fear that the other baskets were the ones other posters were referring to Phil!

Those are somewhat in danger of overflowing!

[Freelander Sporrano]

Her baskets look quite full to me

Oh!! Behave that man

[Phil]

I fear that the other baskets were the ones other posters were referring to Phil!

Those are somewhat in danger of overflowing!

I couldn't help thinking of this line from Robert Burns' "Willie Wastle" - Her walie nieves like midden-creels.

Sorry I should translate - walie, big, plump; nieves, fists but in this context a euphemism for another part of the female form; midden-creels, baskets.

Here is the whole poem - Willie Wastle


Willie Wastle dwalt on Tweed,
The spot they ca'd it Linkumdoddie.
Willie was a wabster guid
Could stown a clue wi onie body.
He had a wife was dour and din,
O, Tinkler Maidgie was her mither!
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

She has an e'e (she has but ane),
The cat has twa the very colour,
Five rusty teeth, forbye a stump,
A clapper-toungue wad deave a miller;
A whiskin beard about her mou,
Her nose and chin they threaten ither:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

She's bow-hough'd, she's hem-shin'd,
Ae limpin leg a hand-breed shorter;
She's twisted right, she's twisted left,
To balance fair in ilka quarter;
She has a hump upon her breast,
The twin o that upon her shouther:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her.

Auld baudrans by the ingle sits,
An wi her loof her face a-washin;
But Willie's wife is nae sae trig,
She dights her frunzie wi a hushion;
Her walie nieves like midden-creels,
Her face wad fyle the Logan Water:
Sic a wife as Willie had,
I wad na gie a button for her