Monday, March 17, 2008

Happy Saint Patrick's Day

Mc Ginty's Bar

I like to go to Mc Ginty's bar

It's not far from here

I can swap lies with the other guys

And drink a lot of beer

It's been there since time began

A favorite hangout for the working class

We throw some darts for fun

And drink beer from a can, not a glass

Not a high falutin' place

And we don't stay all night

Just a couple of drinks after work

We all have to go home and fight

The wife knows when I'll come home

She'll have the dinner ready

And I'll be ready to eat

Although my gait may be a little unsteady

"You've been to Mc Ginty's again"

She'll say it everytime

She doesn't have a real complaint

I give her every nickle and dime

We live our life from day to day
Try to keep up with changes

Just a bunch of good ole boys

Living life as it arranges.
Poetry by Sean Mc Kelvy
All rights reserved under copyright laws

Irish Prayer

May God give you...

For every storm, a rainbow,

For every tear, a smile,

For every care, a promise,

And a blessing in each trial.

For every problem life sends,

A faithful friend to share,

For every sigh, a sweet song,

And an answer for each prayer.

God keep you safe,

God keep you warm

God keep you and

yours from all harm.

May He bless your

kith and kin,

the hearth, the house

and all within.

There's the joy of dear Killarney

In these blessings meant for you,

There's a bit of Irish blarney,

There's a touch of magic, too.

There's a hope that love and laughter

Will steal your heart away

And a prayer that all you're wishing

God grant you and yours today.

Irish Wishes For You

May your mornings bring joy

And your evenings bring peace...

May your troubles grow less

as your blessings increase!

May neighbors respect you,

Trouble neglect you,

The angels protect you,

And heaven accept you.

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.

May those that love us, love us.

And those that don’t love us,

May God turn their hearts.

And if he doesn’t turn their hearts,

May he turn their ankles,

So we’ll know them by their limping.

May misfortune follow you the rest of your life,

and never catch up.

May you have food and raiment,

a soft pillow for your head.

May you be forty years in heaven

before the devil knows you’re dead.

May you have the hindsight

to know where you've been,

The foresight to know

where you are going,

And the insight to know

when you have gone too far.


PEA said...

Happy St. Patrick's Day to you too, dear Jo:-) Love all the Irish sayings and prayers...they sure knew how to write them, didn't they!! xox

judypatooote said...

Wow, you hit the jackpot....are you irish? I wrote a little st pattys day poem on my poem blog, and tried to find irish music... no luck, so i said, it will be over before i find it.....but now I can enjoy have quite a list of poems etc..... Happy St. Patricks Day Jo..... judy

Mike Golch said...

Jo,thank you for a great reminder on why we live on this great earth.
Part of my ancesters came here to america from Ireland long ago in search for something that they did not have back home,work.

Connie said...

Jo Love your tribute to the dear Irish. As Father would say, They are a GRAND people. My dad had so many good Irish stories, as did Gram, and all my grand- uncles.
I can still smell the corn beef and cabbage on the stove, and the chili sauce ready for the canning jars. We had a section of our town that was settled by the Irish over from County Cork--consequently, it was named, Corky Hollow. Everyone was related, I remembered. On Sunday afternoon a Fr. Barry would get the Irish newspaper and read it to all of those interested in the activities in Ireland--He was able to read Gaelic, and the others hung on his every word as I supposed they were a bit homesick. Great stories !
Thanks for your nice post. :)

Jo said...

My maiden name was Riley...I think the only way I could get more Irish then that would be if it was O'Riley... I still use my maiden name as my middle name. As most of us, I am a Heinze 57 of many countries. A wee bit of the Irish, throw in a touch of British, French, German and 1/4 Cherokee. Add to that a whole lot of Appalachian Ridge Runner and you have the ingredients of what makes me who I am.

Judy, I found it not to be an easy task finding the irish music, but luck was on my side I guess. I could listen to the bagpipes and never tire of them. Amazing Grace done by the bagpipes sends chills up my spine. The only thing that comes close is the Native America Flute. Both offer beautiful renditions. Hope all had a Wonderful Day.