OT - Happy St. Pat's!
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OT - Happy St. Pat's!
On many Fridays I have asked if everyone was wearing red to support the troops. Of course today, I'm asking...
Are you wearing green?
Happy Saint Patrick's day!!!
Are you wearing green?
Happy Saint Patrick's day!!!
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I hope so, that is what I did.TedH wrote:Do under britches count?
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HUMOROUS CONTRIBUTION
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night.
Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more tonight, Paddy." Paddy replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then".
Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "What the...." he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face again. "darn!" he says. He looks to the doorway and thinks that if he can just get to the door and get some fresh air he'll be fine.
He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face. "Bi' Jayzus....I'm soused," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and decides to try for it. He crawls down the street and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and looks inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No flippin' way." But he somehow crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and thinks, "I think I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face again. He says, "This is hell. I gotta stop drinking," but manages to crawl to the bed and fall in.
The next morning, his wife comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a wee bit to drink last night?"
Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was totally pissfaced. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called...you left your wheelchair at the pub."
Paddy had been drinking at his local Dublin pub all day and most of the night.
Mick, the bartender, says "You'll not be drinking any more tonight, Paddy." Paddy replies "OK Mick, I'll be on my way then".
Paddy spins around on his stool and steps off. He falls flat on his face. "What the...." he says and pulls himself up by the stool and dusts himself off. He takes a step towards the door and falls flat on his face again. "darn!" he says. He looks to the doorway and thinks that if he can just get to the door and get some fresh air he'll be fine.
He belly crawls to the door and shimmies up the door frame. He sticks his head outside and takes a deep breath of fresh air, feels much better and takes a step out onto the pavement and falls flat on his face. "Bi' Jayzus....I'm soused," he says.
He can see his house just a few doors down, and decides to try for it. He crawls down the street and shimmies up the door frame, opens the door and looks inside. He takes a look up the stairs and says, "No flippin' way." But he somehow crawls up the stairs to his bedroom door and thinks, "I think I can make it to the bed." He takes a step into the room and falls flat on his face again. He says, "This is hell. I gotta stop drinking," but manages to crawl to the bed and fall in.
The next morning, his wife comes into the room carrying a cup of coffee and says, "Get up Paddy. Did you have a wee bit to drink last night?"
Paddy says, "I did Jess. I was totally pissfaced. But how'd you know?"
"Mick called...you left your wheelchair at the pub."
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Do you know the difference between the Scots and the Irish?JReed wrote:The boys and my wife have Irish blood. Me I am Scotch and French so green is not something I care about. I do have a nice chunck of corned beef in the crock pot right now though.
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May the wind always be in your back (not great hunters the Irish) and may you be a half an hour in heaven before the devil knows your dead. I'm 50% Irish, which is 100% more than most people today. On St Patrick's everybody's Irish. Best of luck to all. As they say,"the luck of the Irish, and your lucky to be Irish"
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A wee bit o' Oz Oirish verse...
Said Hanrahan
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan in accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began one frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought as it had done for years.
"It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke; "Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke has seasons been so bad."
"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil, with which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel and chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran, "It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out."
"The crops are done; ye'll have your work to save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke they're singin' out for rain.
"They're singin' out for rain," he said, "And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head, and gazed around the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case, enough to feed an butt*;
There's not a blade on Casey's place as I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month," said Dan, and cleared his throat to speak -
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If rain don't come this week."
A heavy silence seemed to steal on all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel, and chewed a piece of bark.
"We want an inch of rain, we do, "O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two, to put the danger past.
"If we don't get three inches, man, or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out."
In God's good time down came the rain; and all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane it drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still, and lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long, a-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song way out to Back-o'-Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran, and dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If this rain doesn't stop."
And stop it did, in God's good time; and spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet, with harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat nid-nodding o'er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face, as happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel, and chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man, there will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out
*automatically changed by leverguns.com to 'butt' from the original 'donkey' that rhymes with mass.....
Said Hanrahan
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan in accents most forlorn,
Outside the church, ere Mass began one frosty Sunday morn.
The congregation stood about coat-collars to the ears,
And talked of stock, and crops, and drought as it had done for years.
"It's looking crook," said Daniel Croke; "Bedad, it's cruke, me lad,
For never since the banks went broke has seasons been so bad."
"It's dry, all right," said young O'Neil, with which astute remark
He squatted down upon his heel and chewed a piece of bark.
And so around the chorus ran, "It's keepin' dry, no doubt."
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out."
"The crops are done; ye'll have your work to save one bag of grain;
From here way out to Back-o'-Bourke they're singin' out for rain.
"They're singin' out for rain," he said, "And all the tanks are dry."
The congregation scratched its head, and gazed around the sky.
"There won't be grass, in any case, enough to feed an butt*;
There's not a blade on Casey's place as I came down to Mass."
"If rain don't come this month," said Dan, and cleared his throat to speak -
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If rain don't come this week."
A heavy silence seemed to steal on all at this remark;
And each man squatted on his heel, and chewed a piece of bark.
"We want an inch of rain, we do, "O'Neil observed at last;
But Croke "maintained" we wanted two, to put the danger past.
"If we don't get three inches, man, or four to break this drought,
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out."
In God's good time down came the rain; and all the afternoon
On iron roof and window-pane it drummed a homely tune.
And through the night it pattered still, and lightsome, gladsome elves
On dripping spout and window-sill kept talking to themselves.
It pelted, pelted all day long, a-singing at its work,
Till every heart took up the song way out to Back-o'-Bourke.
And every creek a banker ran, and dams filled overtop;
"We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "If this rain doesn't stop."
And stop it did, in God's good time; and spring came in to fold
A mantle o'er the hills sublime of green and pink and gold.
And days went by on dancing feet, with harvest-hopes immense,
And laughing eyes beheld the wheat nid-nodding o'er the fence.
And, oh, the smiles on every face, as happy lad and lass
Through grass knee-deep on Casey's place went riding down to Mass.
While round the church in clothes genteel discoursed the men of mark,
And each man squatted on his heel, and chewed his piece of bark.
"There'll be bush-fires for sure, me man, there will, without a doubt;
We'll all be rooned," said Hanrahan, "Before the year is out
*automatically changed by leverguns.com to 'butt' from the original 'donkey' that rhymes with mass.....
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And all the comrades that ere I had
Are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had
Would wish me one more day to stay.
But should it fall unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Come fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all...
God bless all here , and our absent friends
Are sorry for my going away.
And all the sweethearts that ere I had
Would wish me one more day to stay.
But should it fall unto my lot
That I should rise and you should not,
I'll gently rise and softly call
Good night and joy be with you all
Come fill to me the parting glass
Goodnight and joy be with you all...
God bless all here , and our absent friends
Riamh Nar Dhruid O Spairn Lann
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iceman said, "May the wind always be in your back (not great hunters the Irish) and may you be a half an hour in heaven before the devil knows your dead."
My Irish grandfather was the finest of hunters. He was a man who also knew "in which direction" (how) to sail his boat! I heard from old that this was an Irish sailor's toast.
Grace and Peace.
My Irish grandfather was the finest of hunters. He was a man who also knew "in which direction" (how) to sail his boat! I heard from old that this was an Irish sailor's toast.
Grace and Peace.
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If I recall correctly, there are many more people of Irish decent living outside Ireland - by an order of magnitude - than who actually live in Ireland today. Yesterday that number magically increases for a day - must be the wee people! Today, here's a Erin Go Bragh to all of us who have the blood each and every day!!!