Today, of names, I’d like to speak.
The “why” of names can be unique!
Our Irish names are loved so well.
About these names is what I’ll tell!
We call it “namin’s” when we find
The name that seems just the right kind
To name a life given to us,
And, oh my, we make such a fuss!
The gift of life from God, we know,
Is how this greatest Love does show.
A little babe, so new and grand,
Can bring such joy to all the land!
In Leprechaun life, “namin’s” are
Sacred and reverent, and by far
Of great importance to us, each.
Our names, ’tis true, have much to teach!
Our names, they tell of whom we’re from.
They tell of love from whom we come.
Our God, Creator of all things…
Our name is like a song He sings!
We hope our name’s a sacred name,
After a Saint…to be the same.
First and middles, somewhere there;
‘twould be so nice…Saint’s name to share.
For last names, different reasons make
Us have a name that’s hard to shake!
Sometimes they tell of where we live.
Sometimes they tell of work we give.
Sometimes they tell of gifts we share,
Sometimes they tell our color hair!
Mulrennan, O’Clery and Ward,
Or Tracey from a war-like lord!
Roohan, McGowan…it could be…
Also Oakley, like the Oak tree!
Someone I know…Red Beard by name…
You can guess from where his name came!
Of course, of course, ’twas his red beard.
He isn’t one, though, to be feared!
He’s pleasant and of manner fine.
Red Beard…he helps you when you dine!*
A name brand new? It needn’t be.
So often, names of Family!
From Family, my Name, you see,
Is why ’twas chosen just for me!
So…I am Finney, after Dad,
Who’s Finney, too, but that’s not sad!
I love me Name that tells me Clan…
O’Keley Clan…I’m Fin-ne-gan!
Yup! I’m Finnegan! That is Me!
Finnegan Liam O’Keley!
Same as me Dad’s, but he is old,
And I am young, the truth be told.
In Irish, though, we have a way,
For Dad and Son, diff’rent to say…
Me Dad, before his name, has “sean”,
But this “sean” sounds like the word “clan”.
“Sean” Finnegan is me Dad’s name,
While mine is something not the same…
I’m Finnegan “Óg” ’cause I’m Son,
“Young” Finnegan…and now I’m done.
I am so tired from these words.
It’s easier to speak of birds!
It can be hard, our Irish speech,
For places, names, and words to teach.*
But now you know there’s “óg” and “sean”,
The young and old in our fine Clan!
I’m Finney Óg…Dad’s Sean Finney,
From the great, grand Clan O’Keley!
If you feel like you’re all confused,
Please just try to feel amused,
‘Cause we have only just begun,
To have some Irish namin’ fun!
We have Pronshi, Áine, Brian…
Sounds like pron-shee, on-ya, bree-un…
Also Aonghus, Miheál, Dáithí…
Sounds like eng-hiss, mee-hall, dah-hee.
Then there’s Liam, Eoghan, Eochaidh,
Sounds like lee-um, oh-in, oh-kh-ee.
Róisín, Fergus…all O’Keley…
Said Row-sheen, fer-guss, oh-kell-ee!
So, pretty soon I’ll tell you more,
But just right now I need to snore!
I’m sleepy and just have to head
Right to my very comfy bed!
When I write next, more “namin’s ” will
Be what I speak of, I will fill
Your minds with Irish names so fine,
From a grand Family! Yes! Mine!
Can’t wait to speak of this again!
Namin’s fun…for women and men!
But now, on this, so great a day,
God bless you is what I do say! (*See Footnote #18)