“We're the Paddy Pals, the last of the wild Irish Teddy Bears who live deep in the Mountains of Mourne. We love hugs and smiles, fun and laughter...”

The Paddy Pals

 

They want to be your pal, your best friend and your companion, and no matter where they go, they bring the luck of the Irish with them. Some of the Pals love to dance, sing and play music while others tend their farm or fish the rivers for a tasty snack or just lie in the shade reciting poetry and telling each other stories.

 

Thousands of years ago all of Ireland was covered in deep forest where the bears roamed freely. But as the human population grew, they chopped down the forests tree by tree until eventually all the forests were nearly gone. The remainder of the wild Teddy Bears headed for the last wild place in Ireland, the Mountains of Mourne deep in County Down where they made their home.

 

The bears all look after each other and their community and they don't need anyone other than themselves. Páraic the Farmer produces all the food, and the tasty honey that all the bears love while Finn the Fisherman is out at sea catching fish. Róisín the Colleen strolls through the village singing her stories while Lizzie the Dancer jigs and reels all day long. Logan the Piper plays his Irish bagpipes, keeping the bears entertained while Molly the Weaver weaves the baskets and furniture for all the bears. And of course James the Poet whom recites his tales of Celtic woe.

 

But there is one thing that each of them would really love and that is for you to pick them up and take them home to become part of your family where they will look over you and yours forever and a day.

 

Each petal from the shamrock on their paw brings a wish your way, good health, good luck and happiness for each and every day ☘

 

Each Bear is carefully made and shipped directly from the Town of Bangor in County Down, Ireland.





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PARAIC

Páraic (Pau - Rig)

The Irish Farmer

    • I'm Páraic and I'm up from the crack of dawn wide awake and hard at work on my farm in the Mournes, sowing crops, delivering calves, milking the cows and tending to the bee hives because us bears couldn't do without our honey. It's a tough old job sometimes and the Irish weather doesn't help.


    But I love working the land, and it's up to me to bring in the harvest and feed the rest of the bears no matter how bad the weather. I may be a cute Teddy Bear, but I can hold my own with the best of them and my farm is the best in Ireland.


 

Róisín (Raw-Sheen)

The Irish Colleen


There's none quite as fair as an Irish Colleen and if you win my heart, then I'll be your queen. At birth I was blessed with a beauty beyond compare and I have many suitors all vying for my love. The eyes have it, you see, as black as the coals of Kilkenny. My name means Little Rose, a flower that represents love.

I have a feisty side too - some might say thorny - but underneath, I'm a soft, cuddly teddy bear. I'm also very talented and I love to accompany Logan the piper on my bodhran drum. And just like the lyrics of the old song Róisín Dubh, pick me and I'll glad your heart and give you hope too.

Finn

The Irish Fisherman


My name is Finn and I've fished since I was a lad. As my name might suggest, I'm at one with the sea. Growing up in a small coastal village located in the shadow of the Mournes, I spent many happy hours on a trawler with my father, watching him at work, as he netted herrings and prawns. 'All good things come to those who bait', he would say.

Now I have my own boat and I catch fish for myself and all the other bears. There's no better feeling than being out on the water and reeling in a great catch. Fishing isn't just a job for me, it's a way of life.

Lizzie

The Irish Dancer


I'm Lizzie and I'm a dancer from the Mountains of Mourne. I kick and I flick, and I jig and I reel. Dancing is an important part of our culture but it's great craic as well and it help keeps me fit. I've entered many's a feis and I've won plenty of medals but the best of all is dancing with my bear pals.

Our dances must be done with precision and perfectly timed with the music. And our costumes and wigs must be flawless as well. When I dance, I have two sets of shoes - soft for high jumps and leaps and hard for dances that require shuffles and clicks. Dancing is deadly, as us bears say.

Logan

The Irish Piper


Ah, the pipes, the pipes are calling... there's no sound quite as sweet as that of the uilleann pipes, one of the world's most complex folk instruments. My forefathers played the pipes and passed this love on, generation to generation. Now I play them too, often to mark some of life's great occasions. The sound is both beautiful and haunting and once heard, will live on in your memory.

Most evenings after a hard day's work all the bears gather together and I play them a tune, Lizzie starts dancing and we all join in. And if we've a tale to tell, we can do it through music and that's where the bagpipes of Ireland come in.

Molly

The Irish Weaver

    • I'm Molly, the basket weaver, and I make beautiful baskets for collecting nuts and berries, all the things we bears love. I have a special weaving shed where I made all my baskets and wicker furniture for the village. I even make wicker lobster pots for Finn and baskets for Páraic who uses them to hold seeds to sow his crops.
    • I love to see all my Pals making use of all the baskets and furniture I have made for them. My favourite baskets are my picnic baskets, we fill them up with berries and nuts, jars of honey from Paraic's bees and tasty fish from Finn. Then we all head off up the Mourne Mountain and look out over the sea and enjoy the views.


James

The Irish Poet

    • They say Ireland is a land of Saints and Scholars, but even if you didn't much like schooling, we all love a tall tale, and we are good at telling one. Whether it's a good old-fashioned ballad or a melancholy tale of unrequited love, I'll tell you a tale with prose and poise and scribe the story whether we're digging or jigging.


    There's often no rhyme nor reason in a poem but as far as I am concerned there is no better way to express our feelings and to stir our imaginations and emotions. So, I will continue my sonnets as I ramble in brambles looking for inspiration for my next poem

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