It is time for another blend of Irish drinking stories, Irish blessings and Irish proverbs. I believe that we have a few here that may just warm the cockles of your heart.
Let us begin with a St. Paddy’s Day toast:
Here’s to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer – and another one!
May you die in bed at ninety-five years, shot by a jealous husband (or wife).
O’Brien, a retired electrical engineer, was attending the homecoming football game at his old alma mater, Notre Dame, one crisp fall afternoon.
He had been talking football to a college freshman sitting next to him when the conversation turned to electronics and how quickly the world was now changing.
The freshman said that it would be impossible for O’Brien’s generation to understand his.
“You grew up in a different world,” the freshman said loud enough for the everyone nearby to hear.
“Today we have television, jet planes, and space travel,” the freshman continued. “Man has walked on the Moon, and our spaceships have visited Mars.”
“We have nuclear energy, electric and hydrogen cars, computers with light-speed processing and…”
Suddenly O‘Brien interrupted the young student and also spoke loud enough to be heard by those nearby, “You’re right. We didn’t have those things when I was young; so we invented them. What the hell are you doing for the next generation?”
Here’s to the land of the shamrock so green,
Here’s to each lad and his darlin’ colleen,
Here’s to the ones we love dearest and most.
May God bless old Ireland, that’s this Irishman’s toast!
If you’re enough lucky to be Irish…
You’re lucky enough!
Mrs. Fogarty was sitting on a sofa during the wake of her departed husband, Fogarty, to whom she had been married for 46 years.
Mrs. McGraw, one of her close neighbors, was trying to console Mrs. Fogarty by asking her, “46 years of marriage is remarkable my dear. You and Fogarty, himself, must have been very happy to stay together so long.”
To which Mrs. Fogarty replied, “For twenty three years my husband and I were the happiest people in the world. Then we met.”
May the lilt of Irish laughter
lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic
shorten every road…
And may all your friends remember
all the favors you are owed!
An Irish Curse:
May the enemies of Ireland never meet a friend.
Old man Gallagher is lying on his deathbed after a vigorous life of 89 years. Gathered around him are his children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren, who are all saddened and teary-eyed at the nearing finale of Gallagher’s very long and productive life.
The weakened old man is in a deep coma, and old Doc O’Brien has said that the waiting should be over in less than twenty-four hours.
Suddenly, Gallagher opens his eyes, awakening from his coma, and remarks, “I must be in heaven already! I smell grandmother’s potato cakes!”
“No, grandfather,” says young Sean, a grandson. “You are not in heaven yet. Grandmother is baking home made bread and potato cakes right now as we speak.”
The dying Gallagher says, “Sean, could you please fulfill my last dying request. This will be the last time that I taste one of grandmother’s famously delicious potato cakes.”
“Would you please go down and get me just a small piece?” the old man asks with what is left of his rapidly declining breath.
Sean immediately dispatches young Michael, one of Gallagher’s great grandchildren, to fulfill the old man’s last request.
After quite a long time, young Michael returns empty-handed.
“Did you bring me one last piece of your great grandmother’s delicious potato cakes, Michael?” the dying old man asks.
“I’m very sorry great grandfather,” young Michael sheepishly replies. “But she says it’s for the funeral.”
Our video today is the Irish tune “Lassie,” and is sung by the Irish Tenors. If you have not seen the Tenors perform, you are in for a treat.