Around three hundred years ago my people came to this wonderful place called America. They originally hailed from Ireland. No, don’t ask whether north or south because back then there was only one Ireland. They came as virtual slaves being indentured to an English family. First to New England in the 1600’s and shortly thereafter to Georgia. Time passed and things happened that caused them to throw off the yoke of oppression. Those from the south ventured out to places like Missouri and Arkansas. Those from New England also went west and settled around the Springfield Illinois area. Family names were changed so that the various hangmen would be fooled, and my people prospered. Never though forgetting their heritage and the pride of being Irish. Now we are simply Americans of Irish decent. No hyphens there at all. But, on one day a year all people are Irish. So, in that light, I will share a bit o’ blarney with one and all!
May your fire be as warm as the weather is cold.
Health, and long life to you
Land without rent to you
The partner of your heart to you
and when you die, may your bones rest in Ireland!
As you slide down the banisters of life may the splinters never point the wrong way.
May you get all your wishes but one,
So you always have something to strive for.
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
Here’s to your coffin…
May it be built of 100 year old oaks which I will plant tomorrow.
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
May the best day of your past be the worst day of your future.
An old Irish recipe for longevity:
Leave the table hungry.
Leave the bed sleepy.
Leave the bar thirsty.
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
May you never forget what is worth remembering,
Or remember what is best forgotten.
May you be in heaven one half hour before the devil knows you’re dead.
May you have the hindsight to know where you’ve been,
The insight to know where you are,
and the foresight to know when you’ve gone too far.
May you have warm words on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill all the way to your door.
May God bring good health to your enemies enemies
May you never make an enemy
When you could make a friend–
Unless you meet a fox among your chickens.
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