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Sometimes I have a need to grab a restful moment in Marazion Marshes.
Ple’ma’n arghantti?englishtainment-tm-tTX2Udd5 englishtainment-tm-tTX2Udd5
Grab your nets and put to sea
Yth esa va a’y esedh war an kay.langbot langbot
Sailors, God bless you If you're going to Brittany If you'll put to sea In the morning I'd love to go with you In your ship May the wind hold fast To our ship's course Let us all Grab hold of the ropes And haul up the sail Mates heartily Now we've Crossed the Channel Our ship is safely Made fast to the quay Two black and white flags Black and white flying
Ni a allas assaya arta.langbot langbot
Just find and book your accommodation, grab your festival tickets whilst you still can and then sit back and look forward to a fabulous weekend of live music in our beautiful coastal town.
Tom, es’ta omma?langbot langbot
"Hevva, hevva", Bowsman Grab your nets and put to sea Keep an eye upon the Huer and the haze Bowsman, guide your crew Steer your oarsmen straight and true Keep her safe, hold her steady as she sways November brings the herring And October brings the hake The storms of winter keep us firm ashore We'll be crabbing in the spring Hauling mackerel as we sing And in summer we put pilchard into store Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Empty baskets line the deck The shoal is moving east Our seine-boats form a circle with the net The Huer's off to bake the welcome Hevva cake Our load is full, our shirts are wet with sweat The womenfolk will clean them all And stack them high and dry Our cellars fill with salt and silver scales Then our daily toil Will be to press them for the oil To see us through the winter storms and gales Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row And then we'll drink the health of Catholic folk And to the Pope They can search the whole world over, pole to pole May they all repent and extend their term of Lent For there's nothing quite like pilchard For the saving of the soul Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row, boys, row Row against the tide, boys Hear the Huer cry, boys, row Row, boys, row We'll catch them on the run, boys Row until you're done, boys, row Row until you're done, boys, row
My a allsa amma dhis.langbot langbot
ROW BOYS ROW Hear, men, hear the bowsman Grab your nets and put to sea Keep an eye out for the hewer And the haze Bowsmen guide your crews, Steer your oarsmen straight and true Keep us safe and hold her steady As she sways November brings the herring And October brings the hake The storms of winter Keep us firm ashore We′ll be crabbing in the spring Hauling mackerel as we sing And in summer we'll the pilchard In to store Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we're done, boys Row Empty baskets line the deck The shoal is moving east The sailboats form a circle with the hail The hewers off to bay The welcome never came And our load is full Our shirts are wet with sweat The womenfolk will clean them all And stack them high and dry Our cellars filled with salt And silver scale And then our daily toil Be to Preston for the oil To see us through the winter storms And gales Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch ′em on the run, boys Row until we're done, boys Row And then we′ll drink the health Of Catholic folk And to the Pope They can search the whole world over Pole to pole May they all repent And extend their term of lent For there's nothing quite like pilchard For the saving of the soul Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We′ll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we′re done, boys Row Row, boys, row! Row against the tide Hear the hewer cry Boys, row! Row, boys, row We'll catch 'em on the run, boys Row until we′re done, boys Row Row until you′re done boys row!
Yth esov vy ow tybri.langbot langbot
‘He had a friend called Déagol, of similar sort, sharper-eyed but not so quick and strong. On a time they took a boat and went down to the Gladden Fields, where there were great beds of iris and flowering reeds. There Sméagol got out and went nosing about the banks but Déagol sat in the boat and fished. Suddenly a great fish took his hook, and before he knew where he was, he was dragged out and down into the water, to the bottom. Then he let go of his line, for he thought he saw something shining in the river-bed; and holding his breath he grabbed at it.
My a allas gul henna.langbot langbot
I consulted David on the choice of movie to watch. There were five cans of 35mm reels held in the projection room – all of them current or near current movies. I was not particularly attracted to any of them. David seemed untroubled and, apparently, was happy to leave the choice to me. So, I went back down the narrow stairs and hunted around in the manager’s office – to see if there were any other cans of film lying about. Yes, there were indeed two other cans of film, lurking there under a layer of dust. One was a 1950’s movie called “The Man Who Never Was”. I’d never heard of it – then. So, I rejected it out of hand. The other was a real relic from the 30’s: “The White Zombie”. I’d never heard of that one either but, hey, with a name like that, what choice did I have? Synchronicity! I seated David in the theatre – in the rarefied heights of the ‘Dress Circle’, of course – though, in truth, it was just as shabby as the rest of the theatre. (The red velour seating had taken a real pounding at the hands of the students – they did tend to get a bit boisterous in the action scenes.) Then I ducked back into the projection room to start up the first reel. Okay, it was a pretty corny, old movie but it passed the time – and it was a lot better than either being besieged by zombies in the Baillieu or living with them (and their rotten cat) in the basement of the Union building. By the end of the movie, David had lapsed into a catatonic state – voluntarily, I think. What a critic! So, I left him to his Dress Circle catatonia (if that’s the right word) and grabbed one of the other movies and watched that one, too. Hey! A double feature (with a large packet of jaffas stolen from the snack bar.) Who could ask for more?
Pyth yw dha hanow?langbot langbot
The Parable of the Wedding Feast (Lk 14.15–24) 1Jesus again used parables in talking to the people. 2“The Kingdom of heaven is like this. Once there was a king who prepared a wedding feast for his son. 3He sent his servants to tell the invited guests to come to the feast, but they did not want to come. 4So he sent other servants with this message for the guests: ‘My feast is ready now; my bullocks and prize calves have been butchered, and everything is ready. Come to the wedding feast!’ 5But the invited guests paid no attention and went about their business: one went to his farm, another to his shop, 6while others grabbed the servants, beat them, and killed them. 7The king was very angry; so he sent his soldiers, who killed those murderers and burnt down their city. 8Then he called his servants and said to them, ‘My wedding feast is ready, but the people I invited did not deserve it. 9Now go to the main streets and invite to the feast as many people as you find.’ 10So the servants went out into the streets and gathered all the people they could find, good and bad alike; and the wedding hall was filled with people. 11“The king went in to look at the guests and saw a man who was not wearing wedding clothes. 12‘Friend, how did you get in here without wedding clothes?’ the king asked him. But the man said nothing. 13Then the king told the servants, ‘Tie him up hand and foot, and throw him outside in the dark. There he will cry and grind his teeth.’ ” 14And Jesus concluded, “Many are invited, but few are chosen.” The Question about Paying Taxes (Mk 12.13–17; Lk 20.20–26) 15The Pharisees went off and made a plan to trap Jesus with questions. 16Then they sent to him some of their disciples and some members of Herod's party. “Teacher,” they said, “we know that you tell the truth. You teach the truth about God's will for people, without worrying about what others think, because you pay no attention to anyone's status. 17Tell us, then, what do you think? Is it against our Law to pay taxes to the Roman Emperor, or not?” 18Jesus, however, was aware of their evil plan, and so he said, “You hypocrites! Why are you trying to trap me? 19Show me the coin for paying the tax!” They brought him the coin, 20and he asked them, “Whose face and name are these?” 21“The Emperor's,” they answered. So Jesus said to them, “Well, then, pay the Emperor what belongs to the Emperor, and pay God what belongs to God.” 22When they heard this, they were amazed; and they left him and went away. The Question about Rising from Death (Mk 12.18–27; Lk 20.27–40) 23That same day some Sadducees came to Jesus and claimed that people will not rise from death. 24“Teacher,” they said, “Moses said that if a man who has no children dies, his brother must marry the widow so that they can have children who will be considered the dead man's children. 25Now, there were seven brothers who used to live here. The eldest got married and died without having children, so he left his widow to his brother. 26The same thing happened to the second brother, to the third, and finally to all seven. 27Last of all, the woman died. 28Now, on the day when the dead rise to life, whose wife will she be? All of them had married her.” 29Jesus answered them, “How wrong you are! It is because you don't know the Scriptures or God's power. 30For when the dead rise to life, they will be like the angels in heaven and will not marry. 31Now, as for the dead rising to life: haven't you ever read what God has told you? He said, 32‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob.’ He is the God of the living, not of the dead.” 33When the crowds heard this, they were amazed at his teaching. The Great Commandment (Mk 12.28–34; Lk 10.25–28) 34When the Pharisees heard that Jesus had silenced the Sadducees, they came together, 35and one of them, a teacher of the Law, tried to trap him with a question. 36“Teacher,” he asked, “which is the greatest commandment in the Law?” 37Jesus answered, “ ‘Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.’ 38This is the greatest and the most important commandment. 39The second most important commandment is like it: ‘Love your neighbour as you love yourself.’ 40The whole Law of Moses and the teachings of the prophets depend on these two commandments.” The Question about the Messiah (Mk 12.35–37; Lk 20.41–44) 41When some Pharisees gathered together, Jesus asked them, 42“What do you think about the Messiah? Whose descendant is he?” “He is David's descendant,” they answered. 43“Why, then,” Jesus asked, “did the Spirit inspire David to call him ‘Lord’? David said, 44‘The Lord said to my Lord: Sit here on my right until I put your enemies under your feet.’ 45If, then, David called him ‘Lord’, how can the Messiah be David's descendant?” 46No one was able to give Jesus any answer, and from that day on no one dared to ask him any more questions.
Ow thas yw ev.langbot langbot
I hit the big green button at the side of the doors and they slid open just as normal. (The doors had been barricaded but never disabled – I knew this well.) I stepped through the doors and calmly – well, not that calmly – stepped towards the spot where David lay. The doors closed behind me, muffling the urgent yelling that was coming from the foyer of the library. As one, the zombies stopped their aimless milling about – and fixed me with their dead eyes. I kicked David, now twitching incessantly, in the ribs: “Get up, you lazy shit! I think I’m going to need you.” He kept twitching but didn’t exactly bounce to his feet. This was, shall we say, disappointing. The zombies started closing in my direction, forming an ever-tightening semi- circle about me. I was starting to doubt the wisdom of my plan. So, I kicked David again – much harder this time. “Come on, Dave. Your friends think I’m the first course!” This time he responded. (I never doubted him, really. Really, truly.) Groaningly, he rose to his feet and he, too, fixed me with his new-found zombie- stare. He stared at me for what seemed like (but probably wasn’t) a long time. It was plain that he knew me – I felt this in my own bowels – but how would he now regard me? (Not as lunch, I hoped.) The circle tightened further. First one, then another zombie reached out for me. Glancing touches – no grabs or bites just yet. I kept my eyes firmly on David’s: “Um, now would be a good time to have a quiet chat with your mates,” I said – with more than a little urgency. “Dave? Mate?” David got the message – eventually.
Kas yw genev Tom lemmyn.langbot langbot
The Death of John the Baptist (Mk 6.14–29; Lk 9.7–9) 1At that time Herod, the ruler of Galilee, heard about Jesus. 2“He is really John the Baptist, who has come back to life,” he told his officials. “That is why he has this power to perform miracles.” 3For Herod had earlier ordered John's arrest, and he had him chained and put in prison. He had done this because of Herodias, his brother Philip's wife. 4For some time John the Baptist had told Herod, “It isn't right for you to be married to Herodias!” 5Herod wanted to kill him, but he was afraid of the Jewish people, because they considered John to be a prophet. 6On Herod's birthday the daughter of Herodias danced in front of the whole group. Herod was so pleased 7that he promised her, “I swear that I will give you anything you ask for!” 8At her mother's suggestion she asked him, “Give me here and now the head of John the Baptist on a dish!” 9The king was sad, but because of the promise he had made in front of all his guests he gave orders that her wish be granted. 10So he had John beheaded in prison. 11The head was brought in on a dish and given to the girl, who took it to her mother. 12John's disciples came, carried away his body, and buried it; then they went and told Jesus. Jesus Feeds a Great Crowd (Mk 6.30–44; Lk 9.10–17; Jn 6.1–14) 13When Jesus heard the news about John, he left there in a boat and went to a lonely place by himself. The people heard about it, so they left their towns and followed him by land. 14Jesus got out of the boat, and when he saw the large crowd, his heart was filled with pity for them, and he healed those who were ill. 15That evening his disciples came to him and said, “It is already very late, and this is a lonely place. Send the people away and let them go to the villages to buy food for themselves.” 16“They don't have to leave,” answered Jesus. “You yourselves give them something to eat!” 17“All we have here are five loaves and two fish,” they replied. 18“Then bring them here to me,” Jesus said. 19He ordered the people to sit down on the grass; then he took the five loaves and the two fish, looked up to heaven, and gave thanks to God. He broke the loaves and gave them to the disciples, and the disciples gave them to the people. 20Everyone ate and had enough. Then the disciples took up twelve baskets full of what was left over. 21The number of men who ate was about 5,000, not counting the women and children. Jesus Walks on the Water (Mk 6.45–52; Jn 6.15–21) 22Then Jesus made the disciples get into the boat and go on ahead to the other side of the lake, while he sent the people away. 23After sending the people away, he went up a hill by himself to pray. When evening came, Jesus was there alone; 24and by this time the boat was far out in the lake, tossed about by the waves, because the wind was blowing against it. 25Between three and six o'clock in the morning Jesus came to the disciples, walking on the water. 26When they saw him walking on the water, they were terrified. “It's a ghost!” they said, and screamed with fear. 27Jesus spoke to them at once. “Courage!” he said. “It is I. Don't be afraid!” 28Then Peter spoke up. “Lord, if it is really you, order me to come out on the water to you.” 29“Come!” answered Jesus. So Peter got out of the boat and started walking on the water to Jesus. 30But when he noticed the strong wind, he was afraid and started to sink down in the water. “Save me, Lord!” he cried. 31At once Jesus reached out and grabbed hold of him and said, “How little faith you have! Why did you doubt?” 32They both got into the boat, and the wind died down. 33Then the disciples in the boat worshipped Jesus. “Truly you are the Son of God!” they exclaimed. Jesus Heals the Sick in Gennesaret (Mk 6.53–56) 34They crossed the lake and came to land at Gennesaret, 35where the people recognized Jesus. So they sent for the sick people in all the surrounding country and brought them to Jesus. 36They begged him to let those who were ill at least touch the edge of his cloak; and all who touched it were made well.
Drog yw genev, ny allav dha weres.langbot langbot
THE HUNTER AND THE HUNTED Tinned carrots and corned beef – that was my first meal after escaping from Puckapunyal. And I was truly grateful for it. Presumably, the Sergeant had grabbed what he could from what was lying about in the mess and had thrown it into the kitbag. For ‘dessert’, there was a packet of rock-hard ‘dog biscuits’. Very nutritious, I’m sure, and lots of fibre – but they tasted like baked excrement. (Imagine being up to your thighs in mud, in the trenches of the Western Front, and then having to eat those dog biscuits. Yuck!) I gave some corned beef to David. Predictably, he looked at it scornfully (inasmuch as dead eyes can express scorn), made a very disapproving noise (which sounded like flatulence) and promptly discarded it. This was something I would need to work on. I knew I couldn’t readily obtain a regular supply of freshly killed human flesh. So, David would just have to find something else that suited his zombie palate. (And corned beef was obviously not that ‘something’.) By mid-afternoon, we decided to do a little exploring. On an adjacent hill-top, a hill which was much higher than the one into which the tunnel had been driven, there stood an abandoned watch-tower. You know, one of those spindly wooden towers that fire-fighters sit in to watch for any signs of smoke on the horizon or, close by, in the bush. This one had definitely not been in service for many years. Its structural members, made of local timber, were rotting and cracked. The whole thing had developed a discernible lean and the original cover for the platform that sat atop the structure had been blown away a long, long time ago. (Bits of it lay about the base, slowly melting into the humus.) Nevertheless, the tower was not entirely on the point of collapse and I was able, with some difficulty, to climb it. Just as I had suspected, this vantage point afforded me with a view not only of the surrounding bushland for miles around but, in the distance, of the main base at Puckapunyal. Far more importantly, I could see (more or less) right along the road that led to the base from the Scrub Hill area.
Yth esov vy ow tiberth hedhyw.langbot langbot
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