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

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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.