Drink is the curse of the land.
It makes you fight with your neighbour.
It makes you shoot at your landlord– and it makes you miss him.
If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at who He gives it to!
There never was the worse use made of a man than to hang him.
No man ever wore a scarf as warm as his daughter’s arm around his neck.
A family of Irish birth will argue and fight,
but let a shout come from without,
and see them all unite.
An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy which sustains him through temporary periods of joy.
The Irish are a fair people; they never speak well of one another. —Samuel Johnson 1709-1784
The Irish forgive their great men when they are safely buried.
You can accomplish more with a kind word and a shillelagh than you can with just a kind word.
In every land, hardness is in the north of it, softness in the south, industry in the east, and fire and inspiration in the west.
Of a useless fellow
He’s fit to mind mice at a crossroads.
To someone who committed some small fault
‘Tis only a stepmother would blame you.’
Of a tall, large woman
That’s a fine doorful of a woman.
Of a gossiper
She has a tongue that would clip a hedge.
Of a poor, thin creature
The breath is only just in and out of him, and the grass doesn’t know of him walking over it.
Of a coarse, ill-mannered person using poor language
What would you expect out of a pig but a grunt?
On trying to change a stubborn person’s mind
You might as well be whistling jigs to a milestone.
Of very bad music
Aw, that’s the tune the old cow died of.
Of one who overstays their welcome
If that man went to a wedding, he’d stay for the christening.
Of a talkative person
That man would talk the teeth out of a saw.
Of a person who paid too much for a cow
He bought every hair in her tail.
Of a clever thief
He’d steal the sugar out of your punch.
In praise of strong whiskey
I felt it like a torchlight procession going down my throat.
Said of a woman who had made a bad marriage
She burnt her coal and did not warm herself.
Of bad aim in shooting
He wouldn’t hit a hole in a ladder.
Of an impish child
That one suffers from a double dose of original sin.
Of an unfortunate one
He is always in the field when luck is on the road.
Of very wet weather
It’s a fine day for young ducks.
Of someone who always plans carefully
If he’s not fishing he’s mending his nets.
An Irishman’s Philosophy
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!
Have a GREAT St. Patrick’s Day
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