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  • mistermuse 6:57 am on March 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Irish lullabies, Irish proverbs, Irish toasts, leprechans, luck of the Irish,   

    DON’T BLAME ME — I’M IRISH (PART TWO) 

    For day two of our St. Patrick’s Day celebration, we turn to Irish toasts and proverbs. Given the Irishman’s fondness for a wee nip now and then and again, one would expect there to be no shortage of the former, and as for the latter, well, no doubt many an Irish proverb was born of a toast, after more or less sober reflection. In any case….

    Everyone is wise till he speaks.

    As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point in the wrong direction.

    May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live.

    If you don’t know the way, walk slowly.

    Long life to you, a wet mouth, and may you die in Ireland.

    May misfortune follow you the rest of your life and never catch up.

    If you want praise, die. If you want blame, marry.

    Leprechans, castles, good luck and laughter.
    Lullabies, dreams and love ever after.

    If you’re lucky enough to be Irish, you’re lucky enough!

    May your glass be ever full.
    May the wind be always at your back.
    May the sun shine warm upon your face
    And the rain fall soft upon your fields,
    And until we meet again,
    May God hold you in the palm of His hand.

    Two days down the hatch and tumor to go (sorry, couldn’t resist). For day three, I’ll get dressed in me Sunday best and request ye be my guest for Part Three.

     
  • mistermuse 12:01 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Irish drunk, Irish jokes, Irish proverb, Irish whiskey, luck of the Irish, shamrocks,   

    DON’T BLAME ME — I’M IRISH (PART ONE) 

    May you always have a clean shirt, a clear conscience, and enough coins in your pocket to buy a pint.  –Irish proverb

    St. Patrick’s Day may still be four days away (including today), but bein’ even one part (1/4th) Irish is enough for me to question squeezing a bottomless pit (not to be confused with a bottomless pint) of Irish blarney into a single day. So don’t be blaming me for expanding the celebration and getting an early start — and may the good Lord forgive the three out me four grandparents who weren’t born in Ireland.

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    How did the Irish Jig get started?
    Too much to drink and not enough restrooms.

    A drunk staggers into a Dublin church , enters a confessional and sits down, but says nothing. The Priest coughs to get his attention, but the drunk continues to sit there without a word. Finally, the Priest pounds on the wall three times.
    The drunk mumbles, “Ain’t no use knockin’, there’s no paper on this side either.”

    What’s the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral? One less drunk at the party.

    Pat and Mike have been drinking buddies for years. One day Pat says to Mike, “We’ve been friends for years and, if I die first, would ye do me a favor — get the best bottle of Irish whiskey and pour it over me grave.”
    Mike replies, “I would be glad to do that for ye, old friend, but would ye mind if I pass it through me bladder first?”

    Time out for a cold one. Part two tomorrow.

     
    • arekhill1 12:40 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      If it weren’t for whiskey, the Irish would rule the world.

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    • mistermuse 8:28 am on March 14, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Sure and begorrah!

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    • Don Frankel 5:13 am on March 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      “May the road rise up to meet you. May the rain fall softly on your fields. And may you be in heaven for a full half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.”

      Muse I claim Irish status due to being a born and bred New Yorker where there are more people of Irish descent than in Dublin and also due to the fact that I once marched in the St. Patrick’s Day Parade. Not to mention the times I peddled balloons at the parade when I was in my Uthe.

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    • mistermuse 6:02 am on March 15, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I was going to use that “May the road rise up….” quote in my Part Two post today, but since you’re Irish too (and since that was just one of many), I forgive ye. Top o’ the mornin’ to ye!

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