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A few Irish-isms for ye on this Great Day.
Happy St. Patrick's Day to all.
You can't plow a field by turning it over in your mind.
The older the fiddle, the sweeter the tune.
When the cat is outside, the mouse does be dancing.
A lock is better than suspicion.
Every patient is a doctor after his cure.
The longest road out is the shortest road home.
Everyone is wise til he speaks.
There's no need to fear the wind if your haystacks are tied down.
Firelight will not let you read fine stories
but it is warm and you won't see the dust on the floor.
Marriages are all happy.
It's having breakfast together that causes all the trouble.
The Irish always forgive their great men ... when they are safely buried.
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****A HAPPY SAINT PATRICK"S DAY TO US ALL****
"May the road rise to meet you,
And may the wind be always at your back!..." 
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Erin go Braugh!!
(and check out Google's logo for today!)
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George M. Cohan...another great Irish-American! Here's his picture and song list, and also a short bio:
Picture and song list:
http://www.melodylane.net/standards4.html
HARRIGAN
H-A-Double RI-G-A-N spells Harrigan!
Proud of all the Irish blood that's in me.
Divil a man can say a word agin me!
Oh, H-A-Double RI-G-A-N you see!
It's a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that's me!
-George M. Cohan
Bio:
http://www.hollywood.com/celebs/bio/celeb/347974
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By way of trumping TEd (in some other thread someplace), today also happens to be the 102nd birth anniversary of my father - Norwegian, not Irish, but a redhead in his youth anyway.
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the 102nd birth anniversary of my father - Norwegian, not Irish, but a redhead in his youth anyway
Norwegian he may have been - but remember all that Viking that went on ? With Norsemen sweeping down on Ireland, pillaging, plundering and taking the women home with them (Those Norsemen knew beautiful women who were great cooks and hellcats in bed when they saw 'em) So I think that red hair may have been come through the geneological line.
The Irish are everywhere, one way and another ), and I was planning to really 'do this St. Paddy's Day up' and celebrate my knowin' that I, indeed, had the blood of Erin runnin' in me bones! So that St. Patrick's Day must've fallen on a Sunday, too (I worked six days a week). And, since I lived on E. 11th St., we went off to start the "day" (with some new acquaintences from work) at McSorley's Tavern down on 7th St. in the Lower East Side (East Village) at, oh, about 10-10:30 in the morning. At bit early for gettin' a start, but, hey!...it was only one day a year, and a very secial day now that I had 'some Irish in me!' McSorley's is a historic, and once very-traditional barroom...didn't allow the ladies till about '75, I believe. Giant marble urinals, belly up to the bar (no stools), and sawdust on the floor to soak-up the spit ('course nobody spit anymore), and small wooden tables and chairs arranged around the small barroom). There we grabbed a table and started with pitchers of beer and a shot or two of Jameson (always had to be Jameson for me...the old Jameson/Bush Mills debate...and I remember parties where we drank flaming shots (literally) of Irish whisky...always Jameson...and, 'course, there were always the panty-weights who insisted on sipping their Bailey's Irish Creme, but who needs these bores around at a GOOD party, right? ) So, there at McSorley's, we commenced, ate lunch, and then continued our journey uptown for the famous St. Patrick's Day Parade...well, to make a loooong story short, we partied the entire length of the parade, stopping in the bars, buying beers to take out along the route (nobody cares about public drinking on this day in New York!), and a little bit of sweet smoke or two. Well it all became just a joyous, raucous blur, when, suddenly, there I was at a Blarney Stone Pub on 6th Avenue and 46th street at about 1am in the morning, still going strong. All through the day I'm cheering myself, "I've got the blood of Erin runnin' through me bones!", and periodically flashing a small paperback copy of a Eugene O'Neill biography I had tucked inside my coat pocket (well, I fiigured he oughtta come along for the party! ). But everyone enjoyed the weirdness, because, on this day in New York too much is never enough! So, there I be, strikin' up a conversation with this little lass named Mary (it had to be Mary, wouldn't'cha know?) from Boston (it had to be Boston, wouldn't'cha know?) at the Blarney Stone in the wee hours of the night. Finally, we walked outside at about two o'clock to share a joint and we hit it off so good that we exchanged phone numbers (nothing was going to happen that night, trust me folks, at this point we were both entirely too obliterated). We kissed good-night and ventured on our way...probably sure we'd never see each other again. Well, it just so happened that I had a friend move to Boston and I went to visit him about a year and a half later. First thing I did was call up Mary when I got to town, and she insisted on dropping eveything and giving me a whilrwind tour of Boston...a day I'll never forget, like out of the movies! (sigh) Capped off by some of the finest Irish coffee I ever tasted!
We kept in touch for awhile after that, but, you know...those long distance romances....
So there you are, the grandest St. Patrick's Day Party of them all! (for me, anyway) And its Boston sequel.
Guess I'll never top that one! Anybody else have a good one?...St Patrick's Day party story, I mean?
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I worked at An Irish pub in the centre of Munich yesterday behind the bar. The St. Pat's Day march used to end at Odeon's Platz right near the pub, but some people complained, what with all the Irish, Aussie and Brit drinkers being rowdy on a Sunday, so now the parade ends at the pub I worked at. Needless to say, there was a very merry time to be had by all. I spent the day serving or carrying round barrels and barrels of Irland's 'black gold' and I am tired today.
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Ahhhh.... a lovey New York Story. Thank you for that, Juan. Sure am glad you found that bit of Irish blood! I can't top your story (or not here, anyway ). I used to go to McSorley's a lot (always in the company of male-persuasion types, of course). One of them used to insist that it was in the back room there that most of the money for the IRA was raised. Urban myth, no doubt.
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