We've taken pity and have gone up to the Pale to try and bail you poor jackeens out of things, decent people that we are. It's just such a job, even for Corkonians given the balls up these Dublin Taoiseachs, Minsters for finance etc just keep seeming to make of things. I suppose we shouldn't expect much else when the country is run by people from places like Offaly, Dublin, Louth, Donegal etc etc, sure they're not much cop at hurling there (or football for that matter).
Bertie's auld lad was a Corkman and (as the Kerryman says) so was his mother.
CJ was variously from Mayo, Kerry, Dublin or de Nort, depending on the babies (or asses) he was kissing or the pockets he was picking. Rumour has it he was a 1st cousin once-removed on his mother side of Margaret Thatcher's maternal grandmother, who was also a Corkman.
Him: My initial diagnosis Rules out measles and thrombosis, Sleeping sickness and, as far as I can tell, Influenza, inflammation, Whooping cough and night starvation, And you'll be so glad to hear That both your eyeballs are so clear That I can positively swear that you are well, Ja-ja, ja-ja-ja-ja.
Perhaps if sung by a Cork person in that beautiful lilting voice then all would become clear
except where ye fecken belong, parked on top of Hungry Hill surrounded be Kerrymen and the Atlantic. I must ring Jackie Healy Rae to see if he can get that road demolished or made one-way...