How can we know the dancer from the dance?

Cast your mind on other days that we in coming days may be still the indomitable Irishry.

There is no deformity But saves us from a dream.

Mock mockers after that That would not lift a hand maybe To help good, wise or great To bar that foul storm out, for we Traffic in mockery.

All that we did, all that we said or sang must come from contact with the soil.

Cuchulain stirred, Stared on the horses of the sea, and heard The cars of battle and his own name cried; And fought with the invulnerable tide.

Any fool can fight a winning battle, but it needs character to fight a losing one, and that should inspire us; which reminds me that I dreamed the other night that I was being hanged, but was the life and soul of the party.