Wow its 20 MPH now gusting to 24MPH. Makes me want to mock Henry the V and the St. Cripsain's Day speech. Today is Saint Vulphy's Day…..
This day is called the Feast of St. Vulphy.
He that outlives this day and comes safe home
Will stand a-tiptoe when this day is named
And rouse him at the name of St. Vulphy.
He that shall see this day and live t' old age
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours
And say, "Tomorrow is Saint Vulphy's."
Then will he (or she) strip his (or her) sleeve and show scars
And say, "These wounds I had on Vulphy's day."
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he'll remember, with advantages
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words —
Terry the Skip, Cheryl and Kevin,
Taylor and Michelle, NiSe and others—
Be in their flowing cups freshly remembered.
This story shall the good man teach his son (or daughter),
And violent Vulphy shall ne'er go by
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered,
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers (and sisters).
For he today that sail on a boat with me
Shall be my brother (or sister); be he (or she) ne'er so vile,
This day shall gentle his (or her) condition.
And gentlemen on land now abed
Shall think themselves accursed they were not here,
And hold their manhoods (or womanhood) cheap whiles any speaks
That sailed with us upon Saint Vulphy's Day
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