We’re close to my favorite holiday, St. Patrick’s Day.
I’m of Irish descent…and think those drunken Irish sayings just rock. I’ll start:
– An Irishman is never drunk as long as He can hold onto one blade of grass and not Fall off the face of the earth.
– I drink to your health when I’m with you, I drink to your health when I’m alone, I drink to your health so often, I’m starting to worry about my own.
– I have known many,
liked not a few
loved only one
so this toast’s for you!
And, with the terrorist attack on Spain in mind:
– May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
Add your favorites, and I hope y’all have a safe and happy St. Patrick’s Day!
**WE’RE THE WINDY CITY IRISH WHERE THE CRAIC IS ALWAYS BEST
WHERE EVERY DAY IS PADDYS DAY AND EVERYONE’S A GUEST
SO IF YOU’RE IRISH ON THE NORTH SIDE OR IRISH ON THE WEST
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH SIDE COME JOIN OUR IRISH FEST
CHORUS:
WE’RE THE SOUTH SIDE IRISH AS OUR FATHERS WERE BEFORE
WE COME FROM THE WINDY CITY AND WE’RE IRISH TO THE CORE
FROM BRIDGEPORT TO BEVERLY FROM MIDWAY TO SOUTH SHORE
WE’RE THE SOUTH SIDE IRISH WE’LL SING IT OUT ONCE MORE
OUR PARENTS CAME FROM MAYO FROM CORK AND DONEGAL
WE COME FROM SABINAS ST. KILLIANS AND ST. GAUL
ST. LEO VISITATION LITTLE FLOWER AND THE REST
THE SOUTH SIDE PARISHES THEY’RE MIGHTY THEY’RE THE BEST
WE LIVE ON THE SOUTH SIDE MAYOR DALEY LIVES HERE TOO
HE’S THE GREATEST IRISH LEADER THAT CHICAGO EVER KNEW
AND HE WAS ALWAYS SO PROUD OF HIS SOUTH SIDE IRISH ROOTS
SO HERE’S TO HIS HONOR TO HIS MEMORY WE’LL BE TRUE
SING THE SONGS OUR FATHERS SANG AS THEY WERE GROWING UP
REBEL SONG OF ERIN’S ISLE IN A SOUTH SIDE IRISH PUB
AND WHEN IT COMES TO BASEBALL WE HAVE TWO FAVORITE CLUBS
THE GO GO WHITE SOX AND WHOEVER PLAYS THE CUBS
**
If the whole human race lay in one grave, the epitaph on its headstone might well be: `It seemed a good idea at the time.’
–Dame Rebecca West (1892-1983) Irish-born author and journalist
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
–Irish saying
May those that love us, love us.
And those that don’t love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if He doesn’t turn their hearts,
May He turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping.
**An Old Irish Blessing **
May the road rise up to meet you.
May the wind always be at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
and rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
And this one is just plain funny:
**The Mouse on the Barroom Floor **
Some Guinness was spilled on the barroom floor
when the pub was shut for the night.
Out of his hole crept a wee brown mouse
and stood in the pale moonlight.
He lapped up the frothy brew from the floor,
then back on his haunches he sat.
And all night long you could hear him roar,
‘Bring on the goddam cat!’
it’s a ‘corruption’ of the Irish Blessing listed earlier - “may the road rise to meet you” … only instead of saying “may God hold you in the palm of his hand” you’d say “and may ye be in heaven a half an hour before the divil knows ye’r dead!”
SwimmingRiddles, I believe that’s from what Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan said after JFK’s assassination:
“To be Irish is to know that in the end the world will break your heart.”
Others:
Being Irish, my enduring sense of the human tragedy sustains me through temporary bouts of joy.
–W.B. Yeats
Quid distat inter sottum et Scottum? (What separates a fool from an Irishman?)
Tabula Tantum. (Only the table.)
–During dinner, Emperor Charles the Bald’s question, then Eriugena’s response
God invented whiskey to keep the Irish from ruling the world.
–Ed McMahon
