When Irish eyes are smiling, Sure ’tis like a morn in spring-

In the lilt of Irish laughter, You can hear the angels sing.

When Irish hearts are happy, All the world seems bright and gay,

And when Irish eyes are smiling, Sure they steal your heart away.

The YIR Staff are wild with glee to announce that our computer has decided to allow the Art Department to get on with its business. Much relief, here in Mudville, and no kidding.