Lost

Ah lads 'tis true, there is a lot of earls and peers and counts and countesses out there lost in and around the olde centres of continental Europe. Sure isn't the whole O'Donnell clan buried under the floors of a church in Italy? And then there is the other wild geese of the gaeltacht earls and the like dotted around Zurich and Vienna, all slowly lost to the old island we call home since a Marxist-socialist interpretation took over the 1916 constitution. It was never meant to be a red island, and it was always one which was intended to call home the wild geese come the settlement of 1922. These lads and lassies, and I am one, are out there, and 'tis time to call them home to the old island. To rebuild.