I Am Jessamine

Jess was sitting in the office reading, for the umpteenth time, over the letters that had been delivered so many months ago, and still, they brought a smile and tears. Her mother had sent several letters informing Jess of Jem’s successes at business and how Gray had groomed the boy so well. Reading this filled Jess with pride, love, and longing so deep it pained her.

Deaglan had married a young French girl from a wealthy family and he had revisited Ireland with her and their two children. Geneviève said he was much changed, but still one of the most handsome men ever she had seen. A mother’s bias, Jess guessed. The children were simply beautiful and his wife was a pretty young girl.

Marie-Louise had married well and was living in Spain with her husband and she was a mother now as well. Three rambunctious boys were an adorable combination of their Irish mother and their Spanish father. He was a count or a viscount, but they were very wealthy. That’s all Geneviève ever wanted for Marie-Louise and she got it. But by the sounds of it, Marie-Louise was happy and that’s what mattered.

Benjamin was a fine artist and the ladies just loved him and he appeared to love them right back. Far too many for mothers’ liking. Jess always laughed at this. Benjamin always seemed like such a quiet child, but they do grow up. He moved from Ireland to France and then to Greece and then off to the Americas and then back to Ireland and in between traveled all over the globe. The lucky boy thought Jess.

Jeremiah took over the O’Murchadha estate after Gray passed on. This always brought tears to Jessie’s eyes. Gray had lived a good, long life and had made a success with his land and going into partnership with Willy. Teaching and guiding Jeremiah through it all, he had happily handed everything over when he was fifty-five years of age. Jeremiah had then made it bigger and better and bought more ships and expanded their trade ports. Jessie felt pride in her Gem’s accomplishments. The boy had finally married a young girl from a prominent and wealthy family who were originally from the Americas. Gem had finally gone over to America and seen the potential and moved their businesses there. He had changed the spelling of his name and O’Cleary was born. Paving your way and making your own rules Gem my boy, Jess thought happily.

Gray had never married, but he did have a few paramours who wanted more than he could give, so they ended up leaving. He happily lived his life back in his homeland in business with Willy and being the wonderful Master of O’Murchadha that she knew he would be. When Gray handed it all over to Gem he had decided to do a few trade runs with the Flying Fox before finally retiring, and he had. He had visited strange out of the way islands and lands, nearly froze in the arctic, and had to fight off pirates, yet again, in the Bahamas near the island of Nassau. Jess smiled at this. Gray had always enjoyed a good fight and at his age, he would have given it all he had and thoroughly enjoyed it. He had finally returned home at the age of fifty-nine and settled into a life of leisure. He was sixty years old when, one morning, his butler went in to wake him and he had passed in his sleep. Jessie had cried when she first read this and her heart broke, but she knew he would always be with her. Their love was eternal, forever. She missed him so much but believed in their pact and she knew they would always find each other.

Grandfather, the Duke, had passed mere weeks after Jess had left Ireland. He, too, had died peacefully in his sleep and Jess felt grateful for this. He was a darling who was a lot smarter than people gave him credit for.

Rourke had died about five years after Jess had left when his horse spooked and threw him. It was a tragic accident that had left Geneviève totally devastated. She had gone into a deep depression and it was Gem who had managed to bring her back out of her stupor. He took her with him wherever he went and she got to see the world again and her light came back. She had been out in the garden checking on her blooms which was where she was found lying beside the bench where Jess and her mother had bonded. They suspected a heart attack, but they never really knew and she was buried with Rourke on the family estate at Dranmore.

Nicholas had taken over Broch de Clisson and with the family’s blessing had united the two estates, which he then renamed Dranmore de Clisson, and ran them both successfully. He had married, many years later, a young Countess and she had borne him five children who carried the name Kellie-O’Cleirigh. He mentioned in his one letter how freeing it was when the person who had caused them so much heartache had simply vanished and no sign of him was ever seen again. Jessie felt her tummy roil, but she let it slide and forgot about Rancliff. Nicholas was the one who had sent the letters so Jess wasn’t sure when he passed, but she could always find out. She was simply so proud of him and so very happy that he had made a ‘somehow’ and a ‘some way’.

Willy and Beatrice never married but they happily created their businesses and ran them successfully. Jessie was over the moon to hear of the House of Steele – designers of the finest fashions. Gray and Willy had kept their promise and Willy had been a very successful import-export businessman. Beatrice had handed her business over to Maddie and her husband had taken over Willy’s business with Willy’s blessing and guidance. Jess was so happy that, finally, Willy got to do what he wanted to do without worrying about fulfilling an oath. Both Willy and Beatrice had lived well into their seventies.

Jessie loved that they had all lived happily and their lives were exactly what she had wanted for them.

She leaned back in the chair and rubbed her hand over her little belly and felt the baby move and then give a gentle little kick into her stomach and ribs. “Feeling peckish, my little bug?” and she stood up and walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge. Maria had chopped up fruit and left it in a container in the fridge. There were sliced and diced vegetables and chicken strips for a stir fry, but it was early afternoon and Jess took out the fruit salad instead.

Jess was wearing a dark blue and white striped pair of dungarees with the legs rolled up to mid-calf, and a white t-shirt with no shoes so she went out of the kitchen doors and sat near the pool. She heard Maria singing somewhere upstairs in one of the rooms doing what she loved, dusting and polishing.

All of the items Jess had found in the crate were neatly displayed throughout the house, but the painting Benjamin had done of her sitting on Spark while wearing her leather lady-lad garb, dated eighteen hundred and forty-two, and took pride of place in the front hall on the wall directly in line with the front door. To Jess, it was a masterpiece because he had captured her perfectly, from memory, right down to the buckles on her boots and the scar on her face, which you could only see if you looked for it. Just beneath that, in a glass box, was the box with the silver dagger encrusted with sapphires and diamonds. Her lady-lad clothing was hanging in a special glass display case on the landing.

Her sword and dagger were in the case with her leather outfit, which had aged beautifully, but she had had them all perfectly cleaned and preserved before closing them up. Grays’ long coat that had been altered for her was also hanging up in another glass case with her shirt, vest, and boots.

There had been other paintings of her family that she had hung throughout the house and her ball gown that Beatrice had made had been mended and that, too, was hanging over a mannequin with her shoes in another room in a special case. Memories were just everywhere.

There were jewels that Rourke had insisted Nick pack for her including the earrings and necklace she had worn to the ball. There were rings, one which had caught Jessie’s eye and she always wore it. There were no jewels on it, but it was silver and the workmanship was a masterpiece. It was butterfly wings that wrapped around the finger and it fit Jess on her index finger and she never removed it.

The biggest surprise, though, was the Berenberg bank account in her name that contained an amount of money that was so obscene to Jess, but having contacted Mister Reinhart Ammann she had arranged that it stays right where it was and should she ever require any of that money for whatever reason she would contact him and they had their special password, ‘Never forget’ and he would know it was her. Jess laughed at this. She was a wealthy woman, far wealthier than she could ever have imagined and she was grateful, so very grateful.

She had got all the papers she required for Nick and Ben and had sorted out their estates. She had sold Nick’s apartment and divided up the proceeds between Barney, Hopper, and Spence. They all complained that it was too much, but she had ignored them and told them not to kick a gift horse in the mouth. They finally hushed and said thank you and Jess felt happy she could make their lives just that little bit better. Spence was still with her at the ranch as were Ian and Harry. Everything stayed the same on the ranch. Other than the fact Jess had changed the name of the ranch to Kelleirigh’s Heart. She loved the name and when she explained it was a mix of Kellie and O’Cleirigh, everyone got it and it was now no longer a difficulty.

Mister Jerry Rydal now had his own nursery for his herbs and a lovely little store to go with it and he popped in for a visit every now and then with tinctures, teas, and essential oils that he makes personally. His divorce went off without too much of a glitch and he’s not heard a peep out of his ex-wife. He’s a changed man, as far as Jess is concerned. He even made arrangements to pay back the money he embezzled even though Jess said she would write it off. He pays a paltry sum every month and Jess left it at that.

Frank had done his best work yet on the project Jess had given him. He had created a garden that would make even the Daoine Sidhe want to live down near the creek at the bottom of the yard. A perfect circle was divided by the creek where a lovely little waterfall cascaded. The vines, ferns, wild berry bushes, flowers of all sorts, and trees grew in perfect harmony.

The ranch hands had all gone to have a look and were amazed at the beauty that was right under their noses. Even Spence got a bit emotional when he had a walk around and asked Frank if he had thought of putting a vine-covered wooden bridge over the creek. Frank had liked that idea and the two men had then gone into a discussion of how it ought to be done and where. They looked back at Jess and shouted, “With your permission, of course?” and she smiled and said, “Of course.” Frank and Spence had brought the plans to her and she had made only minor adjustments and then given it the go-ahead. The end result was a magickal place to show thanks and pays homage to the thousand years spent with the Faerie folk.

Jess smiled and felt at peace with her lot and thought that she had done right by her family and Nick never forgot his promise, though Jess was overwhelmed by his generosity. She got up and walked into the kitchen just as Maria walked in and told her, “There is a vehicle coming down the drive, Miss Jessie.” She stopped and looked at Jess and frowned, “Are you feeling okay, Miss Jessie? You look tired and a bit pale.” The poor woman fussed about Jess all the time, but she had thrown her lot in the ranch hands’ pool as well. Jess had not wanted to find out whether she was having a boy or a girl, so they had cast lots on gender, weight, and time of birth. Jess had laughed and shook her head but left them to it. She did not mind because in her heart she knew she was having a girl and she had already chosen her name.

Jessie walked out to the front porch and stood leaning against the pillar. She watched as a black SUV pulled up to the house and a man got out. Jessie’s heart jumped and her stomach clenched and the baby stayed still and moved back. She obviously felt her mom’s emotions. The man took off his jacket and looked up at the house with his hands on his hips and then looked down at Jess and his hands fell to his sides. He stood for a while and then removed his aviator sunglasses and Jessie wanted to cry out.

Finding his legs he started walking toward her and their eyes remained locked on each other. Jessie standing in her roll-up dungarees and bare feet and he in a pair of suit trousers, a blue shirt, and a tie. Violet eyes staring at the most beautiful sea green eyes Jess had only ever seen once in her life.

Stepping up on the bottom step he said, “I am sorry for the intrusion, but I am looking for a Jessamine Aine Kellie O’Cleirigh?”

“It is not Anne. You pronounce it Awn-yah. I am she, who are you and what can I do for you?” Jess said softly still holding onto the pillar.

“I am so sorry. You’re pregnant.” He said staring at her belly.

“I am aware of that, thank you.” Jess raised her eyebrow.

“I am so very sorry. I uh, …” and he looked very nervous.

“You have been here all of five minutes and you have apologized three times so, let’s start this over, shall we? My name is Jess Kellie O’Cleirigh and we have ascertained that it is me you are apparently looking for. Now, the next step, who are you, and what do you want?” Jessie was putting on a braver face than what she felt and her nerves were jumping like crazy and her back was aching like a toothache.

Pointing at the table and chairs she said, “I’d like to sit down, you’re welcome to join me.”

As she walked towards the table he rushed up the stairs and pulled the chair out for her. He could not believe how tiny she was and how the hell she would ever have a baby. This was the woman he had been dreaming about for almost a year now. It was her. He just knew it. She had the scar and he noticed the butterfly ring because in his dream he always saw butterflies around her. Her eyes were the other thing he could never forget.

Sitting down opposite her he put his glasses down and took a deep breath. “My name is Ian Gray and I am a Marshall.” He took his badge out of his pocket and flipped it open and left it on the table. Jess looked down at the picture and put her game face on. “An entire floor of a building downtown blew up almost a year ago. We found a few bodies and it appears to be very questionable, but when we did tests on the explosive material we saw that it could be traced back to the bogus company that rented out that part of the building.”

Jess shrugged her shoulders and said, “What exactly does this all have to do with me, Mr. Gray?”

Looking at her he knew she was hiding something, but there was pain there. A lot of pain and he felt the tears she had cried. She had been hurt a lot and his dream had told him she was a child of love and innocence.

Shifting in his seat under the scrutiny of those violet eyes he cleared his throat, “Well we found a lot of burnt papers, but there was only one file cover that seemed to be only singed slightly and it happened to have your name on it.” He dug his phone out of his pocket and flipped to the pictures, found what he was looking for, and held the phone up to Jess.

She did not take the phone but merely looked at what he had described. “I have no idea why anything to do with me would be in a building that blew up!”

“So, you don’t know a James Rancliff?” he asked and raised his eyebrow and Jess smiled at how much he looked like Gray. “Did I say something funny, Miss O’Cleirigh?”

“What? No, I don’t know that man and I smiled because you remind me of someone I knew a very long time ago.” Jess looked up as Maria came out with a tray with two bottled drinks of water and a jug of fresh fruit juice and two glasses with ice in them.

“Thank you, Maria.” Jessie put a glass in front of him with the water and poured the juice into his glass and then did the same for herself, but hers was only half juice and the other half water.

Marshall Gray smiled at her and said sadly, “My late sister did the same thing when she was expecting.” He raise his glass and said, “Good health to mum and baby.”

“Thank you.” Jess sat looking at him and waited for him to say more.

“I can’t shake the feeling I know you. It is so strange, but I have to tell you something that will probably make your head spin or you will pull out your shotgun.” Ian said somewhat shyly.

Jessie smiled at him and said kindly, “I don’t own a shotgun, so relax and as far as making my head spin, I think not. Please, go ahead and tell me whatever it is you wish.” Jess sat back and Ian pushed the spare chair closer to her with his foot and she put her feet up on the cushion and laughed lightly. The man clearly knew about pregnant women.

“About six years ago my sister was diagnosed with breast cancer,” Jess interrupted him, “I am so sorry.”

Holding his hand up he said, “Thank you, but she had found out a week before that she was pregnant by a man whom I despised because he was never there for her. Always on the road for months and would only pop in for short visits every now and then. But Felicity was so happy.” Hearing that name made Jessie’s tummy jump. She pushed another cushion behind her back as the ache was horrible. “She just wanted to have this baby, but she was warned that if she did not abort and have the mastectomy it would be too late and she would surely lose the battle with cancer. I tried everything to get in touch with the man she was in love with but he always appeared when I was busy or out of town.” He shook his head and looked up at Jess, “I really don’t know why I am telling you all of this, Jessie.”

“Oh no, please feel free to speak. I have had my fair share of needing an ear, but now I just talk to my bug.” And she patted her tummy and he laughed at her.

“Felicity called hers ‘ollie’ because she was adamant it looked like an olive.” And they laughed together.

“Felicity fought on bravely and by the time Jem was born it was too late.” He looked up and saw Jess had gone very pale he asked if she was alright and Jess nodded.

“Why Jem?” she asked shakily and moved up on the seat and readjusted the pillow.

“Oh, his name is actually Jameson. I just abbreviate it to Jem. Quicker and easier.” He laughed but looked at her in an odd way.

“Felicity died when Jem was eight months old and I have been a surrogate father ever since. I was there when he was delivered via cesarean, changed his first diaper, first day at kindie, first step, first word, first tooth all of it. He is my son, really.” He put his hands together and looked at Jess, “Then about a year ago I started having strange dreams. I would smell lemongrass and white sage and I would see butterflies all over the place at the oddest times and places. The woman I dreamed about was you. I saw your face, but you were different. You were from a long time ago in strange leather coats or a ball gown and then trying to swim and push yourself up to get air. It was the most bizarre thing ever. But it was you. I recognize the scar on your face and you have a butterfly somewhere. I can’t remember where, but I saw it. You would smile at me and laugh and my heart would skip when you laughed. Your eyes were full of love and I knew I would find you. Somehow, some way I would find you.” He leaned forward and looked at her and said softly, “You know me too, don’t you?”

Jessie laughed and tears came into her eyes and she quickly wiped them away. “First tell me what this blown-up building has to do with me?” and he sat back and looked a bit let down and sad.

“I have no idea, I was hoping you would tell me?” He said looking at her with his lopsided grin that Jess knew so well.

Getting up with a bit of a groan, Ian jumped up to grab her arm, Jess said “Come in. I’d like to show you something.”

She stepped in through the door and looked up at the painting of herself and Ian was watching her and saw where she looked. He stopped dead in his tracks and stepped forward and stood gaping at the painting.

“This is you?” and he turned back to the painting taking in every detail.

“Do you believe in reincarnation, Mister Gray?” Jess asked softly.

Without turning around and looking at her he said, “Yes, I do. I know we know each other and here it is.” He pointed at her painting. “This is who I saw.” He said breathlessly.

“Come with me into my study slash office, I have something else to show you.” She walked down the passage with her hand rubbing her back and Ian’s hand laying gently on her shoulder.

Walking into the room Jess leaned on the desk and pointed to the opposite wall. “Oh. My. God.” Ian breathed and walked hesitantly closer. “This painting was done in eighteen hundred and forty-five. How is this possible? Who is this?”

“You said you believed in reincarnation didn’t you?” she asked softly taking in a deep breath hoping the ache in her back would quit. “His name is Grayson Iain Murphy.”

Ian turned and stared at her and said in shock, “My name is Ian Marshall Gray. I am totally floored right now.” And he stood and shook his head.

Jess watched him loving his face, his hair, his mouth, his body because she knew what was beneath the clothes and it was perfection to her.

“May I show you one more thing,” Jess held out her arm, “If I may?” he turned and looked at her with big eyes.

“More? What more could there be?” he spoke as though in a dream.

“A lot more, but I have just one more thing to show you.” And she turned and headed up the passage and walked into the living room. Ian was behind her watching her carefully.

Jessie pointed to the wall on their right and there were paintings of Gem, Nick, Rourke, Geneviève, Marie-Louise, Benjamin, and Willy.

Ian stood staring at them and walked up to the one of Gem and he turned to stare at Jessie, “This is Jameson.” He said pointing to the painting of Gem. “These others are of people I have met in my life and he pointed to the picture of Nick and said, “His face is very familiar but I can’t remember where I have seen him before.”

Jess left him to walk around the room looking at the paintings and checking the year of the painting and making small comments. Jess was cramping in her back and feeling horribly uncomfortable. It was really nasty.

Turning back to her Ian stopped and then rushed over to her and placed his hand on her belly. Jess, surprisingly, did not recoil at the touch but sank her fingers into his shoulder and groaned. “Jesus my back is sore.”

“Jessie, you are in labor.” He looked at her with big eyes that were shining and she laughed at him. “No, can’t be. I am only due next week or something.” But she was gripped by another pain and she held onto his arm and squeezed her eyes shut.

Lifting her into his arms he walked to the front door and called for Maria. She came rushing from the kitchen, “Get her hospital bag, phone her OBGyn, phone the hospital, and bring her purse with her mobile phone.”

Maria did not even skip a beat and said, “Yes sir, I do that now for you.”

Ian rushed to his SUV and opened the door and placed Jess gently in the passenger seat and pulled the safety belt over her. “How long has your back been aching?” he asked as he pulled the belt across her.

“Since this morning,” Jess said and groaned.

“Jesus, the baby is on its way for sure. We will time the contractions in the car.” Jess didn’t care she just wanted the pain to go. It was horrendous and she wanted to bite, scratch and scream.

As Ian rushed up the front steps Maria came out with her hospital bag and her purse and with the phone attached to her ear. Jess glowed as she thought about her baby girl coming into the world and she would see her soon.

Ian put the bags in the car and jumped in and started the engine just as the boys came running around the side of the house. Maria obviously told them what was going on and they stared after the vehicle. Jessie knew Spence would be the first at the hospital out of the men.

“Right, I have my mobile on the timer, so when you start a contraction let me know and when it ends let me know. Okay Jess?” and for his kindness, she yelled, “Now!” and gripped his arm in a vice-like grip. He held his breath and leaned toward her trying to not let it affect his driving. “Done!” Jess said and let his arm go.

“Right, that one was thirty seconds, so now let’s see how far apart they are.” He looked over at her and saw she was sweating and he pulled out his handkerchief and gave it to her. She looked at him and laughed, “You are still so very much the same. God, I have missed you, Gray.” Then she started crying, sobbing, and hiccoughing and Ian was trying to calm her down and speak gently to her.

He watched her and his heart broke. He knew he would never leave this woman’s side ever again in his life, but by death. He had no idea what she was talking about, but he didn’t care. He reached over and held her hand and she crushed his fingers and yelled.

When her contraction was over he looked at her and showed her how to breathe and made her follow him. Deep breaths in through the nose, out through the mouth. “You’re going to think I am crazy,” she cried, tears streaming down her face, “but this is our baby. I will explain, I swear to god, but not now.”

“Jessie, we are nearly there. Hang on, baby.” Ian screeched up to the entrance and Maria had obviously got the message through to the little hospital and Jess was helped out of the vehicle and put into a wheelchair. Ian grabbed her bags and threw his keys to the security officer. “Park her for me, will you?” clearly the security was accustomed to this and simply got in the van and moved it into a parking spot.

Jess was taken into a room off the A and E and people were rushing in and out. Ian was standing raking his fingers through his hair and then he heard Jessie scream. Not caring he left the bags on the seat in the hall and went into the room. A very large woman tried to push him out and a voice like a demon from hell said, “He stays!” and she reached out for his hand. “They said it is too late for the epidural and it hurts!” Jessie cried and Ian’s heart broke when he saw her pain and tears.

“I know, baby, if I could take it away I would, I swear to god I would.” Ian held her hand and used the cloth to wipe the sweat from her brow. A young orderly leaned into the room and showed Ian his keys and then tossed them to him, “Thanks, my man.” Said Ian kindly.

“These your bags out here, sir?” asked the orderly.

“Shit! Yes, they are.” Ian tried to move but Jess tightened her grip.

The orderly laughed and said, “No problem. I will have it all taken to her room now for you.” And his head disappeared back out the door.

They were moved into delivery and Ian stayed with Jessie, a woman he had only met a few hours before, but had known all of his life. He loved her, it was that simple. He would never change his mind or do anything to hurt her.

He stayed and encouraged, got shouted at, cried with, and finally watched little Jezray Thalia O’Cleirigh Gray emerge from her mommy with her head of wavy black hair and eyes that would turn out to be just like his. He fell in love with the baby the moment he saw her and Jessie was in seventh heaven with her little girl.

When Ian returned the following morning there were pink balloons everywhere and stuffed toys and flowers and a man standing beside the bassinette staring down at Jezray. Ian felt his heart turn to stone and when Jess saw him she smiled brightly and called him into the room. The stranger turned around from the sleeping baby and stared at Ian and Ian stared back at him with ice in his eyes matching the ice in the other man’s eyes.

Jess saw this and broke the tension, “Spence Raize please meet Ian Marshall Gray.” And the men shook hands stiffly over Jessie’s bed. “Spence is my ranch manager and one of my late dad’s best friends and now one of my best friends. Spence, Ian is a Marshall who happened to be with me when my little girl decided she’d had enough of my belly and he rushed me through. I hope I didn’t leave too many bruises, Ian?”

Looking at Jess he realized he had nothing to worry about with regards to Spence. She loved him and it shone out of her face, as his love for her shone from his. Spence saw this and cocked his head to one side and then looked at the sleeping baby and back at Ian. The resemblance was there and Spence could see Jess was in love with this man.

Bending down he kissed Jess on the head and gently touched the sleeping baby’s hair then turning back to Ian he held out his hand and said, “Congratulations man, she’s a beautiful little girl.” And they shook hands. As Spence was leaving he turned around to catch the two of them simply looking at each other. It was a thing of beauty to see and he felt privileged to be able to see Jess really happy for the first time in a long time. “By the way, Jess. I won the pot.” He smiled and winked at her and walked out of the room leaving the three of them to enjoy their cocoon of love.

Ian and Jess barely noticed Spence leave, so absorbed were they in each other and their baby. Jess knew this man was for her and he knew she was for him and they had a lifetime to learn about each other and for Jess to tell him her crazy tale that she knew he would believe.

In the recesses of her mind, she heard a familiar tune where voices were humming with the tinkling of crystals and waterfalls, and Jessie knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that the Daoine sidhe were rejoicing at the birth of one of their own.

TIME

The Distance

Through time is

But a wisp of

Mist blowing in

A looking glass

Where the past

And present

Come face to face

As one

TIME OVER TIME

The mists and

Sands of time

Echo for all eternity

The hopes and

Dreams of souls

With Faerie dust

In their eyes

Faith in their hearts

And love on their

Lips

TRANSLATIONS - Irish Gaelic

Mo ghra / Mo gra – My love

O’Murchadha – Sea Warrior – Original Murphy

Broch – Burg or Borough

Aine – pronounced ‘Awn-yah’ – meaning radiant

Clann – children

Ammann – Swiss German surname meaning ‘ambet man’ / ‘retinue man’ / ‘retainer’

Bana-phrionnsa faerie – Fairy princes

Go Deo – Forever

Daoine sidhe – Faerie folk

Nighean mo ghraidh – my beloved daughter

Gairdeachas ri do shlainte mhath – cheers to your good health

Loch Criostail Agus Eas – Crystal Lake and waterfall

Mo bheannachd – my blessing

Mo dhia – my godchild

M’athair diadhaidh – my godfather

Soraidh mo bhrathair – farewell my brother

TRANSLATION – French

Je suis Pret – I am Ready

Oui – Yes

La petit – little one

L’ascenseur – Elevator

Mon/ma Cherie – my darling

Amour – beloved

Gendarme – police / security / watchers

Ma petit – my little one

Riche salope – rich bitch

Commun et collant – common and tacky

TRANSLATION – Latin

Numquam Obliviscar – Never Forget

Dei gratia Est Scriptor – God’s grace

LYRICS

The Casuals - Jesamine - 1967