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Shenanigan and Tabi Welcome You!!
An Irish Welcome
Here's Céad Míle Fáilte to friend and to rover
That's a greeting that's Irish as Irish can be
It means you are welcome
A thousand times over
Wherever you come from, Whosoever you be
MAY GOD GRANT YOU MANY YEARS TO LIVE,
FOR SURE HE MUST BE KNOWING
THE EARTH HAS ANGELS ALL TOO FEW
AND HEAVEN IS OVERFLOWING
MAY YOU HAVE LOVE THAT NEVER ENDS
LOTS OF MONEY, AND LOTS OF FRIENDS
HEALTH BE YOURS, WHATEVER YOU DO,
AND MAY GOD SEND MANY RAINBOWS TO YOU!
May your day be touched
by a bit of Irish luck,
brightened by a song in your heart,
and warmed by the smiles
of the people you love.
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter,
lullabies, dreams, and love forever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes....
That's the Irish for you!
The Shamrock
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle
'Twas St. Patrick himself sure that set it
And the sun on his labour with pleasure did smile
And a tear from his eyes oft-times wet it
It grows through the bog, through the brake,
through the mireland
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
The Leprechaun
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.
THE IRISH NE'ER WALK
BUT WHAT THEY DANCE AN IRISH FLING,
AND IRISH NE'ER TALK
BUT WITH LILTING VOICES SING
MAY YOU HAVE LOVE THAT NEVER ENDS
LOTS OF MONEY, AND LOTS OF FRIENDS
HEALTH BE YOURS, WHATEVER YOU DO,
AND MAY GOD SEND MANY RAINBOWS TO YOU!
I-RISH YOU A VERY NICE PLACE TO LIVE
I-RISH GOD'S GREATEST GIFTS HE'LL GIVE
I-RISH YOU HEALTH, AND WEALTH, AND MORE-
I-RISH YOUR SMILIN' FACE WERE AT MY DOOR!
May you live all the days of your life, and
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past!
Irish Marriage Blessing
May God be with you and bless you.
May you see your children's children.
May you be poor in misfortunes
and rich in blessings.
May you know nothing but happiness
from this day forward.
Bless those minding cattle,
And those minding sheep,
And those fishing the sea
While the rest of us sleep.
Dear Lord,
Give me a few friends
who will love me for what I am,
and keep ever burning
before my vagrant steps
the kindly light of hope...
And though I come not within sight
of the castle of my dreams,
teach me to be thankful for life,
and for time's olden memories
that are good and sweet.
And may the evening's twilight
find me gentle still.
Go n-eírí an bóthar leat.
May the road rise with you.
'Beannachtam na Feile Padraig!'
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
'Sláinte!'
(pronounced 'slawn-cha', meaning Health!
A common toast in Ireland, ‘Cheers’)
'Sláinte chuig na fir, agus go mairfidh na mná go deo.'
Health to the men, and may the women live forever!
'Faol saol agat, gob fliuch, agus bás in Éirinn.'
Long life to you, a wet mouth, and death in Ireland.
Irish Diplomacy...
is the ability to tell a man to go to hell
so that he looks forward to making the trip
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!'
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!
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
What Shall I Say About the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness, pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his God.
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