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.
Stellars…
Cliffs of Moher…
Blarney Castle…
Dublin…
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I still prefer this version…
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Say this prayer standing up in a loud voice. You’ll thank me for it later. 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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You’re everywhere today.
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Like the corona virus?
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Just not quite as infectious.
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Where are their curly wigs? That could have turned this into a Pulitzer contender.
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Aha! The jig is up!
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Irish I’d thought of that.
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Ahhhh, just atryin’ to be Fenian in me own way, it was nothing to go Bragh aboot.
I’ll hear about thar from the speech therapist and possibly the IRA later…
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Keyboarding 101 may also be advised.
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His problems are that he types with his two index fingers, uses his thumbs for the space bar, and turned off auto spell correct because it was worse than his typing errors. As he says, at the age when he should have learned touch typing, only women learned to type. But, I think he types faster than I do.
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The speech therapist is looking more to waterboarding 101.
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