Old man by the ferry in Ireland 187 x 365

As we walked the dark path to the youth hostel, a swaying light seemed to be getting closer. It was an old man with a lantern. He was pleased to meet Americans in Ireland and shook our hands repeating, "How do you do." It reminded me of the rhyme.

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Bridgett said…
Would that be how do you do, and how do you do and how do you do again?
3/23/07, 10:47 PM
Bridgett said…
Oh, yeah, I just noticed the link. Duh.
3/23/07, 10:48 PM
Cedar Waxwing said…
Yep, that's the nursery rhyme, Bridgett. My kids now say it whenever they wake up to a misty day. They go t it from me and I got it from Jack Burgoyne who would recite it to me when the morning was misty (which was a lot considering he lived close to the Yorkshire moors)
3/24/07, 7:35 AM
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