St Patrick's Day Verse

Bless your little Irish heart and every other Irish part.

Irish Diplomacy... is the ability to tell a man to go to hell so that he looks forward to making the trip.

Having many Irish friends, acquaintances and customers I was asked if I would add a page of St Patrick's Day verse.
I'll be honest, none of this work is my own,
but the old one's are the best as they say, and in this case I'll agree . . .

The Irish...

Be they kings, or poets, or farmers,

They're a people of great worth,

They keep company with the angels,

And bring a bit of heaven here to earth.

A Toast from Ireland:

May you be poor in misfortune

Rich in blessings

Slow to make enemies

Quick to make friends

But rich or poor,

Quick or slow,

May you know nothing but happiness

From this day forward.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman,

he came from decent people,

In Dublin town he built a church,

and put upon't a steeple;

His father was a Callaghan,

his mother was a Brady,

His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy,

and his uncle was a Grady.

Then success to bold St. Patrick's fist,

he was a saint so clever;

He gave the snakes and toads a twist,

and banished them forever.

St. Patrick's Day is with us,

The day when all that's seen

To right and left and everywhere

Is green, green, green!

And Irish tunes they whistle

And Irish songs they sing,

To-day each Irish lad walks out

As proud as any king.

I'll wear a four-leaf shamrock

In my coat, the glad day through,

For my father and mother are Irish

And I am Irish too!

May love and laughter light your days,

and warm your heart and home.

May good and faithful friends be yours,

wherever you may roam.

May peace and plenty bless your world

with joy that long endures.

May all life's passing seasons

bring the best to you and yours!

To the land of his masters

a shepherd boy came,

But to conquer their hearts,

not to seek for his fame,

And now his blessed name is known

all the world wide,

And the glory of Patrick

is Ireland's best pride.

Oh, I love to see the shamrocks

Boys wear March seventeen,

And I love the girls' green ribbons,

And bits of evergreen;

For they stand for brave St. Patrick,

So fearless and so good -

Oh! the Irish ought to love him,

Just as everybody should!

Bertha E. Bush

Wherever you go and whatever you do,

May the luck of the Irish be there with you.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman...

Who through strategy and stealth...

Drove all the snakes from Ireland...

Here's a drinkee to his health!

But not too many drinkees...

Lest we lose ourselves and then...

Forget the good Saint Patrick...

And see them snakes again!

May there always be work for your hands to do,

May your purse always hold a coin or two.

May the sun always shine warm on your windowpane,

May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain.

May the hand of a friend always be near you,

And may God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

May you live as long as you want,

And never want as long as you live.

Always remember to forget

The things that made you sad.

But never forget to remember

The things that made you glad.

Always remember to forget

The friends that proved untrue.

But never forget to remember

Those that have stuck by you.

Always remember to forget

The troubles that passed away.

But never forget to remember

The blessings that come each day.

Tis better to buy a small bouquet

And give to your friend this very day,

Than a bushel of roses white and red

To lay on his coffin after he's dead

These aren't so much the sort of thing you'd put in a card or send to someone as a St Patricks Day Verse, but they're so good I couldn't resist including them . . . . they make me smile :-)

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!'

An Irishman's Philosophy

In life, there are only two things to worry about—

Either you are well or you are sick.

If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about—

Either you will get well or you will die.

If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,

But if you die, there are only two things to worry about—

Either you will go to heaven or hell.

If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.

And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends.

You won’t have time to worry!

The Way We Tell a Story (Pat McCarty 1851-1931)

Says I to him, I says, says I,

Says I to him, I says,

The thing, says I, I says to him,

Is just, says I, this ways.

I hev', says I, a gret respeck

For you and for your breed,

And onything I could, I says,

I'd do, I wud indeed.

I don't know any man, I says,

I'd do it for, says I,

As fast, I says, as for yoursel',

That's tellin' ye no lie.

There's nought, says I, I wudn't do

To plase your feyther's son,

But this, I says, ye see, says I,

I says, it can't be done.

Murphy's Law

Nothing is as easy as it looks.

Everything takes longer than you expect.

And if anything can go wrong,

It will, at the worst possible moment.

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