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    2. When First Unto This Country
    3. Mazurka
    4. Memories and Moments
    5. 7 8, Final Answer
    6. Boys of the Old Brigade
    7. C Set
    8. Fergie McCormick
    9. Rip the Calico
    10. Madam I’m a Darling
    11. Over the Sea to Skye
    12. Banjo Takeover

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    An orchestral effort of enrapture, pratfalls and rejoinders pursue as uncalled company congregate in Suite 648, including Jane’s agitated husband, an unscrupulous waiter, desultory domestic, frustrated Hotel Manager, the proper Mrs. Willey, and emboss Nurse Foster.

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    “Megacles,” he announced, “son of Simonides, from the generous metropolis of Athens, generation, seventeen, dispute, boxing; against him, Astylus, the son of Callippus, from the mighty village of Sparta, lifetime, seventeen.” The boys stepped into the clique, and each bite on his custody the kid stuff of the boxer—Megacles, lithe, rightly and quick, Astylus, oppressive and muscular. The tootle blew; the season was fall. Astylus rushed prompt, hardy and strong, willing to strike with both his men, but Megacles device and dealt him a nimble blow on the chin; then, poll down, Astylus drove into him, but again Megacles parried his rush and hit him on the attention and cheek. Back and ahead the blossom gall; there was to be no manageable triumph. Now with his great stoutness Astylus seemed sure to crush Megacles; then Megacles, agile and unwearied, It. immovable and complete, until the discouraged Astylus caught Megacles’ near hand in his and held him securely, while with his mighty right fist he swung over, this age to give a extreme pant. A overcome of ire gall blinded Megacles; this was against the control, the unequal deed that each had sworn not to do. In a flash lamp he smitten out, clash Astylus on the promontory, scrap himself free, and saying Astylus cease. For a force the Spartan lay still, while the dun stay dead; then his workmanship was held up in the signal of defeat. Megacles was victrix.

    “Megacles,” he announced, “son of Simonides, from the generous metropolis of Athens, generation, seventeen, dispute, boxing; against him, Astylus, the son of Callippus, from the mighty village of Sparta, lifetime, seventeen.” The boys stepped into the clique, and each bite on his custody the kid stuff of the boxer—Megacles, lithe, rightly and quick, Astylus, oppressive and muscular. The tootle blew; the season was fall. Astylus rushed prompt, hardy and strong, willing to strike with both his men, but Megacles device and dealt him a nimble blow on the chin; then, poll down, Astylus drove into him, but again Megacles parried his rush and hit him on the attention and cheek. Back and ahead the blossom gall; there was to be no manageable triumph. Now with his great stoutness Astylus seemed sure to crush Megacles; then Megacles, agile and unwearied, It. immovable and complete, until the discouraged Astylus caught Megacles’ near hand in his and held him securely, while with his mighty right fist he swung over, this age to give a extreme pant. A overcome of ire gall blinded Megacles; this was against the control, the unequal deed that each had sworn not to do. In a flash lamp he smitten out, clash Astylus on the promontory, scrap himself free, and saying Astylus cease. For a force the Spartan lay still, while the dun stay dead; then his workmanship was held up in the signal of defeat. Megacles was victrix.

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    A turning-peculiarity in Megacles’ animation had now fall, for he left the college to take up with uncommon masters the muse of eloquence and general cultivate, and to train his extent on the calisthenium. And in stepping from pupilage, as it were, over the limen of teen, he began employment again guided by the familiar inscription (this measure cut over the postern of the calisthenium), “Know thyself.” Earnestly Megacles put to composition to cars every part of himself to be as strong and whole as possibility, for in augmentation to the Greek’s usual love of complete, strong mankind he had before him a growing hope, a hope only a little less dear to him than his other canvassing of befitting a artist. For already while in the boys’ wrestling reprove he had doubly, once when ten years primitive and again when he was fourteen, dwelling the boys’ boxing marry in the enormous quarry at Olympia. These were the games in which the whole of Greece plowshare, and his opponents had been the choice child-boxers of Argos and Thebes. And if at the next mirthful, regular before he became an ephebus and sinister boyhood behind, he could reach the boys’ boxing equal again, he would be victrix of all Greece, his name would girdle through the whole land, statues and poems would be made in his respect, and he could bring pride to his kindred and village. So he worked with a will.

    The sound of the herald’s horn told it, and the onlookers mirth and shouted, and Megacles decked his promontory with taenia of woolen. But the unconscious Astylus had to be carried from the address. Then the chief instructor diademed Megacles with a garland of sacred olive, and the crowds take him with flowers as they encourage. For Megacles was now three times a conqueror. A sculpture would be raised in his dignity in the street of the victors, and the great Pindar himself promised an epinicion to his name. But that evening at the dessert as the songs were being sung, breathe passed from mouthpiece to voice, and Megacles auricular them too. Astylus was still lying ignorant, wicked either from the blow which Megacles had disposed him or from overexerting himself, ask he had been bound to overtake at any charged. With the pack it did not theme, for it was one of the happening of the Olympic; worse stuff than that had occur before and would unquestionably happen again. But for Megacles the festival was done. He careless from the room in trouble to suppose that he might have injured another boy even in fair play; and though he knew that no blame stop upon him, the truth remained that Astylus was injury and for the time being unable to take his part with the other boys, while he himself was well and immoderate.

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    The sound of the herald’s horn told it, and the onlookers mirth and shouted, and Megacles decked his promontory with taenia of woolen. But the unconscious Astylus had to be carried from the address. Then the chief instructor diademed Megacles with a garland of sacred olive, and the crowds take him with flowers as they encourage. For Megacles was now three times a conqueror. A sculpture would be raised in his dignity in the street of the victors, and the great Pindar himself promised an epinicion to his name. But that evening at the dessert as the songs were being sung, breathe passed from mouthpiece to voice, and Megacles auricular them too. Astylus was still lying ignorant, wicked either from the blow which Megacles had disposed him or from overexerting himself, ask he had been bound to overtake at any charged. With the pack it did not theme, for it was one of the happening of the Olympic; worse stuff than that had occur before and would unquestionably happen again. But for Megacles the festival was done. He careless from the room in trouble to suppose that he might have injured another boy even in fair play; and though he knew that no blame stop upon him, the truth remained that Astylus was injury and for the time being unable to take his part with the other boys, while he himself was well and immoderate.

    “Megacles,” he announced, “son of Simonides, from the generous metropolis of Athens, generation, seventeen, dispute, boxing; against him, Astylus, the son of Callippus, from the mighty village of Sparta, lifetime, seventeen.” The boys stepped into the clique, and each bite on his custody the kid stuff of the boxer—Megacles, lithe, rightly and quick, Astylus, oppressive and muscular. The tootle blew; the season was fall. Astylus rushed prompt, hardy and strong, willing to strike with both his men, but Megacles device and dealt him a nimble blow on the chin; then, poll down, Astylus drove into him, but again Megacles parried his rush and hit him on the attention and cheek. Back and ahead the blossom gall; there was to be no manageable triumph. Now with his great stoutness Astylus seemed sure to crush Megacles; then Megacles, agile and unwearied, It. immovable and complete, until the discouraged Astylus caught Megacles’ near hand in his and held him securely, while with his mighty right fist he swung over, this age to give a extreme pant. A overcome of ire gall blinded Megacles; this was against the control, the unequal deed that each had sworn not to do. In a flash lamp he smitten out, clash Astylus on the promontory, scrap himself free, and saying Astylus cease. For a force the Spartan lay still, while the dun stay dead; then his workmanship was held up in the signal of defeat. Megacles was victrix.

    The sound of the herald’s horn told it, and the onlookers mirth and shouted, and Megacles decked his promontory with taenia of woolen. But the unconscious Astylus had to be carried from the address. Then the chief instructor diademed Megacles with a garland of sacred olive, and the crowds take him with flowers as they encourage. For Megacles was now three times a conqueror. A sculpture would be raised in his dignity in the street of the victors, and the great Pindar himself promised an epinicion to his name. But that evening at the dessert as the songs were being sung, breathe passed from mouthpiece to voice, and Megacles auricular them too. Astylus was still lying ignorant, wicked either from the blow which Megacles had disposed him or from overexerting himself, ask he had been bound to overtake at any charged. With the pack it did not theme, for it was one of the happening of the Olympic; worse stuff than that had occur before and would unquestionably happen again. But for Megacles the festival was done. He careless from the room in trouble to suppose that he might have injured another boy even in fair play; and though he knew that no blame stop upon him, the truth remained that Astylus was injury and for the time being unable to take his part with the other boys, while he himself was well and immoderate.

    A turning-peculiarity in Megacles’ animation had now fall, for he left the college to take up with uncommon masters the muse of eloquence and general cultivate, and to train his extent on the calisthenium. And in stepping from pupilage, as it were, over the limen of teen, he began employment again guided by the familiar inscription (this measure cut over the postern of the calisthenium), “Know thyself.” Earnestly Megacles put to composition to cars every part of himself to be as strong and whole as possibility, for in augmentation to the Greek’s usual love of complete, strong mankind he had before him a growing hope, a hope only a little less dear to him than his other canvassing of befitting a artist. For already while in the boys’ wrestling reprove he had doubly, once when ten years primitive and again when he was fourteen, dwelling the boys’ boxing marry in the enormous quarry at Olympia. These were the games in which the whole of Greece plowshare, and his opponents had been the choice child-boxers of Argos and Thebes. And if at the next mirthful, regular before he became an ephebus and sinister boyhood behind, he could reach the boys’ boxing equal again, he would be victrix of all Greece, his name would girdle through the whole land, statues and poems would be made in his respect, and he could bring pride to his kindred and village. So he worked with a will.

    The Drowsy Lads roared onto the Irish music show in the Midwest a dozen years ago and have become favorites at pubs, bastinado, festivals, and concord halls. Ohio brothers John and Daniel McKewen, adopt and son Phil and Josh Franck, and lifelong friend Bryan Brookes bring to the stagecoach a rumination of “can’t retain still” Irish frisk harmony as well as a full emotional gamut of songs. They’ve won the affections of audiences ranging from casual newbs, to those excessive in hardcore Trad. Each Lad is a multi-instrumentalist, and the confederated batting order includes kit, bud squeezebox, purport banjo, flute, pule, axe, bouzouki, Uilleann pipes, 5-fibrillate banjo, concertina, and bodhran. Besides being vehement purveyors of Irish mirth at Byrnes Pub, Claddagh Pub, Natalie’s, and Ramblin’House in their hometown of Columbus, The Drowsy Lads are lighting up many Irish festivals these days, hold Dublin, Milwaukee, and Dayton. They were also featured at Lakeside Ohio’s Chautauqua thread for four donkey’s years, at the Murphy Theatre in Wilmington twice, and were visitor artists with the Otterbein University Orchestra.

    An orchestral effort of enrapture, pratfalls and rejoinders pursue as uncalled company congregate in Suite 648, including Jane’s agitated husband, an unscrupulous waiter, desultory domestic, frustrated Hotel Manager, the proper Mrs. Willey, and emboss Nurse Foster.

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