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The Syre or Syr is a river flowing through Luxembourg, joining the Moselle in Mertert. It flows through Schuttrange, Roodt-sur-Syre, Betzdorf and Manternach.

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Syre (disambiguation)

Syre may refer to:

  • Syre, a river in Europe
  • Syre, Minnesota, an unincorporated community
  • Syre, Scotland, a village in the Scottish Highlands
  • Syr Darya, a river in central Asia
Syre (band)

Syre is a Canadian rock band formed in 1986. The songs "Never Said Goodbye" and "Say Hi To My Girlfriend" charted in Canada as well as Europe.

Syre is composed of Doug Weir ( vocals) Chip Gall ( guitar, vocals), Rick Mead (lead guitar, vocals), Chris Caron ( bass, vocals), and Jamie Constant ( drums).

Syre was managed by WSMI (William Seip management (Helix)), in particular Eric Guillespe. Syre had a large live following in most Canadian and some U.S cities and could boast of attendance records in many Canadian clubs.

In 1991 Syre released "It Ain't Pretty Being Easy" on A&M Records(Red Light records U.S) followed in 1998 by "Pissed to the gills". The band still maintains its original lineup and does mostly live shows for charities.

Usage examples of "syre".

His sonne was this, Geryoneo hight,Who after that his monstrous father fellVnder Alcides club, streight tooke his flightFrom that sad land, where he his syre did quell,And came to this, where Belge then did dwell,And flourish in all wealth and happinesse,Being then new made widow (as befell)After her Noble husbands late decesse.

The gome vpon Gryngolet glyde3 hem vnder, Thur3 mony misy and myre, mon al hym one, Carande for his costes, lest he ne keuer schulde To se the seruyse of that syre, that on that self ny3t Of a burde wat3 borne oure baret to quelle.

Who all in rage his Sea-god syre besought,Some cursed vengeance on his sonne to cast:From surging gulf two monsters straight were brought,With dread whereof his chasing steedes aghast,Both charet swift and huntsman ouercast.

And sooth, men say that he was not the sonneOf mortall Syre, or other liuing wight,But wondrously begotten, and begonneBy false illusion of a guilefull Spright,On a faire Ladie Nonne, that whilome hightMatilda, daughter to Pubidius,Who was the Lord of Mathrauall by right,And coosen vnto king Ambrosius:Whence he indued was with skill so maruellous.

Not he, whom Greece, the Nourse of all good arts,By Phoebus doome, the wisest thought aliue,Might be compar'd to these by many parts:Nor that sage Pylian syre, which did suruiueThree ages, such as mortall men contriue,By whose aduise old Priams cittie fell,With these in praise of pollicies mote striue.