The most random thread ever!!!

[Russa Nodrey]

Hello!

Ar éirinn Ní n-Eósainn Cé h-í
Aréir is mé téarnamh um' neoin
Ar an dtaobh thall den teóra 'na mbím,
Do théarnaig an spéir-bhean im' chómhair
D'fhág taomanach breóite lag sinn.
Do ghéilleas dá méin is dá cló,
Dá béal tanaí beó mhilis binn,
Do léimeas fé dhéin dul 'na cómhair,
Is ar éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.

Dá ngéilleadh an spéir-bhean dom' ghlór,
Siad ráidhte mo bheól a bheadh fíor;
Go deimhin duit go ndéanfainn a gnó
Do léirchur i gcóir is i gcrich.
Dó léighfinn go léir stair dom' stór,
'S ba mhéinn liom í thógaint dom chroí,
'S do bhearfainn an chraobh dhi ina dóid,
Is ar éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.

Tá spéir-bhruinneal mhaordha dheas óg
Ar an taobh thall de'n teóra 'na mbím.
Tá féile 'gus daonnacht is meóin
Is deise ró mhór ins an mhnaoi,
Tá folt lei a' tuitim go feóir,
Go cocánach ómarach buí.
Tá lasadh 'na leacain mar rós,
Is ar éirinn ní n-eósainn cé h-í.

Translated...

On Ireland It's Not Either It's It
Last night I'm really sorry
On the other side of the lover I am,
The sky-wife dropped in the autumn
We have left a weak bullish.
Your obligation is both print,
Both thin lips sweet sweet sweetness,
Do you read about going,
I'm not in love for Ireland.

If the heavenly wife surrendered to me,
They would be true my true beel;
In fact, I would do business
Your presentations for you.
Let's read all of my history,
I would like to take her to my heart,
And I would give her the tree as her,
I'm not in love for Ireland.

There is a yellow south-horned sky-nail
On the other side of my love.
There is a festival for humanity and humor
The wife is too big,
There is a voltage that I'm feeling sad,
Go yellow marble coconut.
Lions are lit like rose,
I'm not in love for Ireland.

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[Delthion]

Real Translation

FOR IRELAND I'D NOT TELL HER NAME

Last night as I strolled abroad
On the far side of my farm
I was approached by a comely maiden
Who left me[? 'sinn' = 'us'] distraught and weak.
I was captivated by her demeanour and shapeliness
By her sensitive and delicate mouth,
I hastened to approach her
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

If only this maiden heeded my words,
What I'd tell her would be true.
Indeed I'd devote myself to her
And see to her welfare.
I would regale her with my story
And I longed to take her to my heart
Where I'd grant her pride of place
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

There is a beautiful young maiden
On the far side of my farm
Generosity and kindness shine in her face
With the exceeding beauty of her countenance.
Her hair reaches to the ground
Sparkling like yellow gold;
Her cheeks blush like the rose
But for Ireland I'd not tell her name.

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[Jukka the Sling]

Guys, is there any other way we could quickly contact a mod?  Do Leatho and Rain have the ability to ban accounts?

[Rosie Willowwater]

Don't worry about it, It will all be dealt with soon

[Jukka the Sling]

I can see that now. XP

Did you contact James?

[Cornflower MM]

Guys, is there any other way we could quickly contact a mod?  Do Leatho and Rain have the ability to ban accounts?

One reason Discord is handy.

[Jukka the Sling]

Yeah, I got a Discord account recently but I haven't done much with it.

Also, Corn, did Groddil really grief your Discord server? :/

[Rosie Willowwater]

I can see that now. XP

Did you contact James?

Not yet, but he's on often enough so it should all be dealt with by the end of the day

Yeah, I got a Discord account recently but I haven't done much with it.

Also, Corn, did Groddil really grief your Discord server? :/

He did. I think that he had some other friends of his to help him too.

[Cornflower MM]

Yeah, I got a Discord account recently but I haven't done much with it.

Also, Corn, did Groddil really grief your Discord server? :/

Hey, we should talk sometime! I'll send you my details later.

And yeah, he did. I wasn't there, and was stupidly the only admin, so he had free reign to spam profanity, insult people, and then later spam extremely gory pictures that made me want to puke. I have no idea how he got an invite. I had to delete the server.

[Jukka the Sling]

  That's awful.

[Cornflower MM]

It wasn't very fun. He's done some other stuff, too. But let's talk about something more cheerful.

Like. . . . Candles.

[James Gryphon]

Hi y'all.

I wasn't on the forum yesterday. I don't say that I regret it exactly, since I felt I had a good reason, but I missed all of this and wasn't aware of it until after it had happened, and I'm very sorry about that.

[Jukka the Sling]

That's alright.  You can't see the future. XD

[Cornflower MM]

It's okay, James, things happen. No one blames you.

[Delthion]

It's okay, James, things happen. No one blames you.

^^