Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

Posted on March 17, 2018 by Stella

For all of my Irish, part Irish, wish-you-were Irish, and temporarily Irish friends, I lift a glass to your health and happiness!

An old Irish/Celtic folk song

Of all the money, e’er I had,
I spent it in good company,
And all the harm I have ever done,
‘Alas it was to none but me.
And all I’ve done for want of wit,
To memory now I can’t recall,
So fill to me the parting glass,
Goodnight and joy be with you all.

So fill to me the parting glass,
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
Then gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be to you all.
Of all the comrades that e’er I had,
They’re sorry for my going away,
And all the sweethearts that e’er I had,
They’d wish me one more day to stay.

But since it fell into my lot,
That I should rise and you should not,
I’ll gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be to you all.
Fill to me the parting glass,
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
Then gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be to you all.

Fill to me the parting glass,
And drink a health whate’er befalls,
Then gently rise and softly call,
Goodnight and joy be to you all.

 

PS: I thought, for years, that I had no Irish ancestors. When I started doing genealogy, I found out that isn’t true, although I suspect my Irish ancestors originally moved from Scotland to Ireland in the 1600’s. In Ireland they call them Ulster Scots, and they are Protestants, not Catholics.

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48 Responses to Happy Saint Patrick’s Day!

  2. michellc says:
    March 17, 2018 at 12:40 am

    Thanks for reminding me. I have to find something green before chores in the morning or my husband that never grows up will pinch me during chores and I’ll have to hit him with a feed bucket. lol

    My SIL is Irish and my grandson inherited his pale skin. It tans and doesn’t burn in the summer, but I laugh at how white he is compared to his sister.

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    • G-d&Country says:
      March 17, 2018 at 1:23 am

      My dear Mum never tanned. We’d just rate her sunburn by how much of a lobster she looked like.

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      • michellc says:
        March 17, 2018 at 9:07 am

        My grandson’s grandfather and his siblings are like that, all red headed and turn into lobsters.
        My SIL tans and my grandson got just enough of our Indian blood that he gets dark in the summer even with sunscreen.

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    • stella says:
      March 17, 2018 at 10:56 am

      My daughter inherited that skin from her father. She had very dark hair as a child (she’s graying now) and that pale, pale, skin.

      (His mother’s family was part Irish and his father’s family from Scotland. His dad was first generation American, but his aunts and uncles were born in Scotland).

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    • Jacqueline Taylor Robson says:
      March 17, 2018 at 11:04 am

      My Mom’s side was Scots-Irish. I have 9 brothers and sisters. we also have French and Sioux Indian. I was the only one with blue eyes, red hair and freckles! I think that’s why I loved living in Scotland so much. For the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged. Everyone thought I was a native ’till I spoke, and then they knew I was a Yankee! I quickly had to tell them those were fightin’ words. I’m a Southern Rebel!

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      • michellc says:
        March 17, 2018 at 12:45 pm

        My father’s side had Irish and he was red headed when he was kid and he had blue eyes.

        The Indian blood skipped my sisters they both had blue eyes and pale skin. One of them though had red hair and freckles, the only one out of 7 kids. She was the oddball. All of the boys had darker skin and green eyes, but one of them had blonde hair. He was the oddball.
        I got more of the Indian than any of them, had the darkest hair, darkest skin although my eyes changed colors all of my life and still do. Sometimes they’re green, sometimes they’re green with a blue ring, sometimes they’re brown and sometimes they’ll be green with gold flecks. My granddaughter inherited my color changing eyes. So I guess I was an oddball as well. lol

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  3. MaryfromMarin says:
    March 17, 2018 at 1:04 am

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  4. G-d&Country says:
    March 17, 2018 at 1:10 am

    God Bless you, and keep you in the palm of His hand!

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  6. ZurichMike says:
    March 17, 2018 at 1:28 am

    This soaring, incantative, inspiring prayer — The Lorica (Breastplate of St. Patrick) is best recited standing up. Happy St. Patrick’s Day!

    The Breastplate of Saint Patrick

    I arise today
    Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
    Through belief in the Threeness,
    Through confession of the Oneness
    of the Creator of creation.

    I arise today
    Through the strength of Christ’s birth with His baptism,
    Through the strength of His crucifixion with His burial,
    Through the strength of His resurrection with His ascension,
    Through the strength of His descent for the judgment of doom.

    I arise today
    Through the strength of the love of cherubim,
    In the obedience of angels,
    In the service of archangels,
    In the hope of resurrection to meet with reward,
    In the prayers of patriarchs,
    In the predictions of prophets,
    In the preaching of apostles,
    In the faith of confessors,
    In the innocence of holy virgins,
    In the deeds of righteous men.
    I arise today, through
    The strength of heaven,
    The light of the sun,
    The radiance of the moon,
    The splendor of fire,
    The speed of lightning,
    The swiftness of wind,
    The depth of the sea,
    The stability of the earth,
    The firmness of rock.

    I arise today, through
    God’s strength to pilot me,
    God’s might to uphold me,
    God’s wisdom to guide me,
    God’s eye to look before me,
    God’s ear to hear me,
    God’s word to speak for me,
    God’s hand to guard me,
    God’s shield to protect me,
    God’s host to save me
    From snares of devils,
    From temptation of vices,
    From everyone who shall wish me ill,
    afar and near.

    I summon today
    All these powers between me and those evils,
    Against every cruel and merciless power
    that may oppose my body and soul,
    Against incantations of false prophets,
    Against black laws of pagandom,
    Against false laws of heretics,
    Against craft of idolatry,
    Against spells of witches and smiths and wizards,
    Against every knowledge that corrupts man’s body and soul;

    Christ to shield me today
    Against poison, against burning,
    Against drowning, against wounding,
    So that there may come to me an abundance of reward.
    Christ with me,
    Christ before me,
    Christ behind me,
    Christ in me,
    Christ beneath me,
    Christ above me,
    Christ on my right,
    Christ on my left,
    Christ when I lie down,
    Christ when I sit down,
    Christ when I arise,
    Christ in the heart of every man who thinks of me,
    Christ in the mouth of everyone who speaks of me,
    Christ in every eye that sees me,
    Christ in every ear that hears me.

    I arise today
    Through a mighty strength, the invocation of the Trinity,
    Through belief in the Threeness,
    Through confession of the Oneness
    of the Creator of creation.

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  7. WeeWeed says:
    March 17, 2018 at 8:36 am

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  8. WeeWeed says:
    March 17, 2018 at 8:38 am

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  9. Menagerie says:
    March 17, 2018 at 9:06 am

    Best Irish fight song ever! One of my own sons descended from Irish immigrants found this years ago, and I have loved it since. I just played it and my husband said “That just makes you want to get up and punch somebody.”

    I’ve found many versions of it online, but none as exciting as this first one I ever heard. Happy Saint Patrick’s Day to all of you. Poor old St. Pat, I wonder how the great missionary feels about the drunken party fest he is remembered with. Spending most of his life in Ireland as he did, I suppose he surely must have a sense of humor and a taste for poteen.

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  10. Menagerie says:
    March 17, 2018 at 9:18 am

    Lord of the Dance performance from President Trump’s inauguration.

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  11. G-d&Country says:
    March 17, 2018 at 10:46 am

    So instead of posting these paintings on the daily thread. I’m posting them here. I wanted to show daily life in Ireland of not too long ago. I doubled up the pictures so there would not be too many. They are all by Martin Driscoll.
    The first is Ploughing the Field & The Harvest Thresher

    The next is Gathering Kelp & Digging Clams

    Next is Cutting the Turf & Lobstermen

    And finally is A Quiet Day & Street Dancing

    Have a Great Day Everyone! 🙂

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  12. czarowniczy says:
    March 17, 2018 at 11:35 am

    For my great grandmother;

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  13. stella says:
    March 17, 2018 at 12:27 pm

    Why the Fighting 69th leads off the St. Patrick’s Day Parade

    https://nypost.com/2018/03/15/why-the-fighting-69th-leads-off-the-st-patricks-day-parade/

    The St. Patrick’s Day Parade in New York is 14 years older than our country, dating to 1762. The parade’s line of march is traditionally led by the honor guard of the 69th Regiment of the New York State National Guard, the storied “Fighting 69th.” And therein lies a tale.

    The 1850s was a turbulent time in New York as the city grew and immigrant groups like the Irish faced opposition and bigotry (“No Irish Need Apply”) from Nativists and Know Nothings, as Martin Scorsese’s “The Gangs of New York” so vividly portrayed.

    Irish-Americans decided it was time to form an Irish Brigade to defend their interests and, possibly, to fight the English for Ireland’s independence back on the Auld Sod. That never happened, but when the Civil War arrived, the Irish Brigade, now reorganized as the 69th Regiment, volunteered to fight for the Union cause and were soon noted for their willingness to tackle tough missions. [more]

    The regiment has continued to distinguish itself in our country’s service ever since, in World War II, Korea, Vietnam, Iraq and Afghanistan. Irish-Americans, in fact, have won more Medals of Honor than any other American ethnic group.

    The Sixty-ninth’s devotion to duty and patriotism have continued to earn it pride of place at the front of the march each St. Patrick’s Day.

    But there has been one slight change.

    In the Civil War the Sixty-Ninth was 90 percent Irish. In World War I it was 50 percent Irish. And now — as you can see for yourself if you get out onto Fifth Avenue in time on Saturday to see the regiment and its mascot wolfhounds lead this year’s parade— the Sixty-Ninth is indeed a “Rainbow” division of diversity, no more than 20 percent Irish.

    But every member of the unit is designated an honorary Irishman, who, in Fr. Duffy’s words, “are Irish by adoption, Irish by association, or Irish by conviction.”

    Whatever their ethnic origin, St. Patrick’s Day is the day that all New Yorkers are honorary Irishmen.

    God Bless America, and God Bless the Irish!

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  14. Lucille says:
    March 17, 2018 at 6:18 pm

    Drenagh is a beautiful Stately Home & Country Estate in the North West of Ireland

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  15. Wooly Covfefe says:
    March 18, 2018 at 2:03 am

    There are really, given how many places I want badly to visit in my own nation — the list is long — only two countries outside the 49 states other than commie Hawaii, that I really want to visit for a long spell.

    Ireland and Scotland.

    I hope they do like Poland and STAY Ireland and Scotland.

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