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St. Patrick's Day - March 17th
Did you know?
Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland wasn't actually Irish, he was
born around 373 A.D. in either Scotland, near the town of Dumbarton,
or in Roman Britain.
Little is known about St. Patrick, including his birth and death
dates. March 17 is traditionally considered to be one of the two,
although there is no documentation to corroborate this.
As a teen, Patrick was enslaved in Ireland and he returned there later
in life as a missionary.
There were never any snakes -- or other reptiles for that matter -- in
Ireland for St. Patrick to chase out.
St. Patrick predates the Roman Catholic Church, and was considered a
"saint'' before the Roman church created its list of saints and
included him in it.
Patrick's real name is believed to be Maewyn Succat. He adopted the
name Patrick, or Patricus, after he became a priest.
Patrick was kidnapped by pirates at the age of 16 and sold into
slavery in Ireland. During the 6 years he spent in captivity, he began
to have religious visions, and found strength in his faith. He finally
escaped and went to France, where he became a priest and later a
bishop.
Legend has it that Saint Patrick drove all the snakes out of Ireland
-- that they all went into the sea and drowned. We know this isn't
technically true. The basis of this legend probably lies in the origin
of the snake as a pagan symbol. The legend tells the figurative tale
of St. Patrick's driving paganism out of Ireland.
The phrase "Erin Go Braugh" means Ireland Forever!
Some Irish Blessings
May the road rise to meet you.
May the wind be always at your back.
May the sun shine warm upon your face.
And rains fall soft upon your fields.
And until we meet again, May God hold you in the hollow of His hand.
May St. Patrick guard you wherever you go and guide you in whatever
you do--and may his loving protection be a blessing to you always.
The Story of the Shamrock & The Wearing of the Green
a three-leafed clover that grows in Ireland. A common image in Celtic
artwork, the shamrock is found on Irish medieval tombs and on old
copper coins, known as St. Patrick's money. The plant is also reputed
to have mystic, even prophetic powers-- for instance the leaves are
said to stand upright to warn of an approaching storm.
Legend has it that St. Patrick used the shamrock in the fifth century
to symbolize the divine nature of the trinity when he introduced
Christianity to Ireland.
as an emblem by the Irish Volunteers in the era of Grattan's
Parliament in the 1770's, The Act of Union. When it became an emblem
of rebellion in the 19th century, Queen Victoria made wearing a
seamrog by member's of her regiments punishable by death by hanging.
It was during this dark time that the phrase "the Wearing of the
Scottish Thistle on the British flag and is an integral part of Saint
Patrick's Day celebrations.
"The Wearing of the Green" also symbolizes the birth of springtime.
Irish legend states that green clothes attract faeries and aid crops.
Leprechauns and How To Find Them
The Leprechaun is an Irish fairy. Full grown leprechauns are reported
to be about 2 feet tall. They will frequently be clothed in the garb
of a shoemaker, with a cocked hat and a leather apron. Frequently
scowling, leprechauns are said to resemble small, grumpy old men.
According to legend, leprechauns are unfriendly, live alone. They
spend a great deal of their time making shoes. Most importantly, each
and every leprechaun possesses a hidden pot of gold.
Treasure hunters should listen for the sound of a shoemaker's hammer,
when looking for leprechauns. If caught, the leprechaun must reveal
the whereabouts of his pot of gold. But be careful! Keep your eyes on
the tricky leprechaun every second. He will try to trick you into
looking away, and if you do...PooF! He vanishes and all hopes of
finding the treasure are lost.
Some Irish Drinking Toasts
May your glass be ever full.
May the roof over your head be always strong.
And may you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're
dead.
Here's to me, and here's to you, And here's to love and laughter- I'll
be true as long as you, And not one moment after.
Here's a toast to your enemies' enemies!
Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer - and another one!
Here's to our wives and girlfriends: May they never meet!
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent.
Here is a collection of colloquial blessings and sayings of Ireland.
On Patty's day, we are all Irish, so we might as well enjoy these
little tidbits of Ireland, the land of our dear Saint Patrick!
Irish Blessings and Sayings
May you always have
Walls for the winds,
A roof for the rain,
Tea beside the fire,
Laughter to cheer you,
Those you love near you,
And all your heart might desire!
May you be in
Heaven a half hour before the
Devil knows you're dead!
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.
May your blessings outnumber
The shamrocks that grow,
And may trouble avoid you
Wherever you go.
There are many good reasons for drinking,
One has just entered my head.
If a man doesn't drink when he's living,
How in the hell can he drink when he's dead?
May the best day of your past
Be the worst day of your future.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grow in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I overlooked before.
May you live to be a hundred years
With one extra year to repent.
May those who love us, love us
And those who don't love us,
May God turn their hearts
And if he can't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles
So we will know them by their limping!
As you slide down the banister of life,
May the splinters never point in the wrong direction!
May luck be our companion
May friends stand by our side
May history remind us all
Of Ireland's faith and pride.
May God bless us with happiness
May love and faith abide.
Leprechauns, castles, good luck and laughter
Lullabies, dreams, and love ever after.
Poems and songs with pipes and drums
A thousand welcomes when anyone comes.
That's the Irish for you!
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
May your neighbors respect you,
Troubles neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And Heaven accept you.
May you have:
A world of wishes at your command
God and his angels close at hand
Friends and family their love impart,
And Irish blessings in you heart.
May God grant you many years to live,
For sure he must be knowing
The earth has angels all to few
And Heaven is overflowing.
These things I warmly wish to you-
Someone to love
Some work to do
A bit o' sun
A bit o' cheer
And a guardian angel always near.
Here's to a long life and a merry one
A quick death and an easy one
A pretty girl and an honest one
A cold beer and another one!
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night,
O Ireland isn't it grand you look
like a bride in her rich adornin?
And with all the pent up love of my heart
I bid you the top o' the mornin!
May the lilt of lush laughter lighten ever road,
May the midst of Irish magic shorten every road.
May you taste the sweetest pleasures
that fortune ever bestowed,
And may all your friends remember
all the favors you are owed.
Go mbeannai Dia duit
(May God Bless You)
May your home always be too small to hold all your friends.
God is good, but never dance in a small boat.
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live.
If you're enough lucky to be Irish...
You're lucky enough!
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
You may search everywhere
But none can compare to my wild Irish rose
My wild Irish rose
The sweetest flower that grows
Someday for my sake she may let me take
A bloom from my wild Irish rose
'Tis better to buy a small bouquet
And give to your friend this very day,
Than a bushel of roses white and red
To lay on his coffin after he's dead.
For each petal on the shamrock
This brings a wish your way-
Good health, good luck, and happiness
For today and every day.
Dance as if no one were watching,
Sing as if no one were listening,
And live every day as if it were your last.
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