Come ‘ere to me Feens. Come ‘ere to me Beours. You know the wy Cork has it’s own Lingo? Of course ya do - ya wouldn’t be a Pure Cork Rebel if ya didn’t, like. Well this image of Patrick’s Hill celebrates that Me Daza Lingo, boi!

There’s a rake - or langerload - of Pure Cork words and phrases on da bulidings, and da street signs, too, like!

And just because I know every Pure Cork Rebel only loves da Franks Song After All, and LOVES CORK ALMOST AS MUCH AS THEIR LOVES THEIR PURE DAYCENT MAM, I have that song singing in the Cork Sky.

Later Feens. Laaaaater!