WHAT IS IT TO BE IRISH?
And Irish Humour
WHAT IT IS TO BE IRISH
It is to walk in complete mystic understanding
with God for twenty-four wonderful hours.
It is to have an angel in your mouth,
turning your prose to poetry.
It is to have the gift of tongues,
to know the language of all living things.
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It is to live the whole history of his race
between a dawn and a dawn - the long wrongs,
the bird-swift joys, the endless hurt of his ancestors
since the morning of time in a forgotten forest,
the knock-at-his-heart that is part of his religion.
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Why on Saint Patrick's Day, to be Irish
is to know more glory, adventure, magic,
victory, exultation, gratitude, and gladness
than any other man can experience in a lifetime.
A SENSE OF HUMOUR
This is something the Irish do not lack!!
Actually St Patty did not drive the snakes out of Ireland
He was the only one who saw them!!
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A GOOD IRISH TOAST - BEGORRA
St. Patrick was a gentleman who, through strategy & stealth,
drove all the snakes from Ireland.
Here's a toasting to his health ~~ but not too many toastings ~~
lest you lose yourself & then forget the good St. Patrick
and see all those snakes again!!
HAVE YOU HEARD THESE ?
Two Irishmen, shooting ducks. One aimed, at and hit a bird,
it fell at his feet.
"Ah, you should have saved the bullet." Said the other man "the
fall would killed it anyhow."
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An Irishman fell 100 feet from a building was asked if he was hurt.
"Indeed not" he replied "It wasn't the fall that hurt me at all,
it was the sudden stop."
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Billy and Pat were walking in the woods when they saw a sign saying,
"Tree Fellers wanted." One of them said ,
"Ye know, it's a shame Paddy isn't here. We could have gotten the job."
IRISH PHILOSOPHY
"May all who love the Lord, love you.
And those who don't love you, may the Lord give them a limp
so you can see them coming.
IRISH BLESSINGS
May you pockets be heavy - Your heart be light
And may good luck pursue you each morning and night.
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May you be half an hour in Heaven before the Devil knows your dead.
MISTY STREAM
Near a misty stream in Ireland in the hollow of a tree,
Live mystical, magical leprechauns who are clever as can be,
With their pointed ears, and turned up toes
and little coats of green,
The leprechauns busily make their shoes
and try hard not to be seen.
Only those who really believe have seen these little elves,
And if we are all believers,
we can surely see for ourselves.
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