Erin is a Hiberno-English derivative of the Irish word "Éirinn". ("Éirinn" is the dative case of the Irish word for Ireland - "Éire", genitive "Éireann").
Poets and nineteenth-century Irish nationalists used Erin in English as a romantic name for Ireland. In this context, along with Hibernia, Erin is the name given to the female personification of Ireland.[citation needed]
According to Irish mythology and folklore, the name was originally given to the island by the Milesians after the goddess Ériu.
Erin go bragh ("Éirinn go brách" in standard orthography), a slogan dating from the 1798 revolution, is often translated as "Ireland forever". The etymology of the word as it drifted throughout the Gaelic region gave rise to its use by the early Scots to both mean Ireland and "west" - as Ireland lies to the west of Scotland.
As a given name, Erin is used for both sexes, although, given its origins, it is principally used as a feminine forename. It first became a popular given name in the United States.[citation needed]Erin is also a name for Ireland in Welsh, and is one of the 20 most popular girls' names in Wales.
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Born in the South Jamaica of Queens, New York City, Jackson began drug dealing at the age of twelve during the 1980s crack epidemic. After leaving drug dealing to pursue a rap career, he was shot at and struck by nine bullets during an incident in 2000. After releasing his album Guess Who's Back? in 2002, Jackson was discovered by rapper Eminem and signed to Interscope Records. With the help of Eminem and Dr. Dre, who produced his first major commercial successes, Jackson became one of the world's highest selling rappers. In 2003, he founded the record label G-Unit Records, which signed several successful rappers such as Young Buck, Lloyd Banks, and Tony Yayo.
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Andrews attended Bloomingdale High School in Valrico, Florida, where she was a member of the cheerleading team, student government, and the National Honor Society. Following her graduation from high school in 1996, Andrews attended the University of Florida, graduating in 2000 with a Bachelor of Arts (BA) degree in Telecommunications. While in college, she was a member of the Zeta Tau Alpha sorority and the Florida Gators Dazzlers dance team from 1997 to 2000. She also has a younger sister Kendra Andrews, who is a professional dancer and actor.
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Two worlds, one flesh, divorced by the THE DOORS
Plot
Best friends since they were young, four teenagers go off to college to start their lives. Only a terrible accident from their past just won't seem to go away. When a double dare went wrong, their best friend was kidnapped and they never saw him again. Will they be able to keep their secret or will it forever haunt them?
Erin, Erin, Erin
Erin across america
Do now cheer me on
Can't you hear the song for you
Quick, now, caramel dip
Give it up to the runaway ship
Hail, now - hail to the bitch
The hairy literary with the nervous, nervous twitch
Shy, your light pops out
And we stand there astounded
And we pound our heads and shout
We shout halleluja
Look what it did to ya
Oh, a horrible mess
And we're eating by the river in the sunday dress
Oh, serenade me
Eatin' my biscuits and gravy
You are missing from me
As you chug with your uncle in the red red sea
I will wait, or will
Knock my knees and talk to you, oh so still
Oh shanandoah
We just a-cross the wide missouri
You are so bonny - shhhh do not worry
Quick, now - caramel dip
Give it up to the runaway ship
Life's so sweet and so low
Buried in the water, yeah, buried in the snow
So dear, deep and so dark
Sleeping on the pavement in the central park
Twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me
Twentieth floor balcony house is what is home to me
Wake up, oh wake up, don't sleep, please
I had another one of those dreams
Where your feet are bound together
And the tin man is spinning again
Hold my hand, I will stand as the world turns around me
Lock the door to the yard or the wind is bound
To blow my fragile anchors away
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
And I am losing my hold
There are soldiers in the hallway
They will break down these walls
There's an apparation behind the bedroom blinds
There is black ink in the bathroom sink
If the gunmen don't let her go
Or the snake outside will swallow the house
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
And I know you will try
But you cannot protect me from these shadows inside
'Cause these dreams I have are so much bigger
Than the blade of a knife or a shotgun's trigger
If the gunmen don't let her go
Or the snake outside will swallow the house
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign
When these injured streets are bleeding?
Politicians in command are washing their hands
Got to tend the marching bands
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are bleeding
Who's gonna carry the blame?
Who's gonna take up the campaign?
When the battered streets are
When the battered streets are
where are you going?
could i meet you? got a late shift tonight
i’d feel better if i could go with you -
to the rail…
up the stairs…
to the perfumed back room where the girls all comb
their hair -
to the bar with black light she downs shots
to feel right about the business suits,
the laughing men,
the hungry eyes,
she turns again to make sure that i’m still waiting
there by the door
then she dances some more, all alone on the floor
erin doesn’t like to be alone so i play her bodyguard
‘til she gets home - her platinum hair in a broken
band, her cigarette lit, we walk hand in hand and catch
the night train and try to laugh all the truth away -
she says how do you do it? i don’t think i’m smart - i
got no one behind me, i can’t feel my heart but i try
to use whatever god gave me, try to save up my money
and someday maybe i won’t hear my father’s footsteps
behind my door – i won’t hear them no more
so she dances some more, high heels scraping the floor
she never talked about you in those 3 am calls when
she’d throw her new plates at her sea foam green walls
trying to buy some new lies from that smug pusher-whore
with his preppy blond hair who i kicked out the door,
her pretty blue eyes ringed in black and red as she
crumples again at the foot of her bed but I know…what
you did
and she dances some more, all alone on the floor, her
Traditional
At the setting of the sun
When my long day's work was done,
I went out along the sea shore for a walk -
And I being all alone,
I sat down upon a stone
To gaze upon the streets of New York
Chorus:
Erin grá mo chroí
You're the dear old land to me
You're the fairest that my eyes have ever seen
And if ever I go home
From you I never will roam
From my own dear native land - far away
With the turf fire burning bright
On a cold dark winter's night
And the snow flakes falling gently to the ground -
When St. Patrick's day comes 'round
We'll wear the shamrock green
In my own dear native land - far away
Chorus
Well it broke my mother's heart
From her I had to part
Will I ever see my mother any more?
When her body it is laid
In the cold and silent grave
In my own dear native land - far away