fhág mé mo chroí anseo...
dearest Eire.i love this place.
i left my heart here, (^see photo) on the cliffs of moher 2 years ago...
sásta Lá Fhéile Pádraig!
((happy st patrick's day)) its one of my favoritest days! some irishness for you poor souls who are lucky enough to be irish today, but not lucky enough to be irish forever. ;) forgive me for the sentimental cheesiness...love has a way of doing that to folks...and i am def in love with Eire.
this one is sickeningly ridiculous...but it says in love with the ocean and God and so hey. that saves it?
what shall i say about the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his God.
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
He's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills his soul with delight.
His eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet his strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
His hate is as fierce as his devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which he will stand.
He's wild and he's gentle,
he's good and he's bad.
He's proud and he's humble,
he's happy and sad.
He's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
He's enamoured with beauty wherever it lies.
He's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly he's Irish—
in love with his God.
“I believe in the sun when it's not shining, I believe in love even when I feel it not, I believe in God even when he is silent.”
"A family of Irish birth will argue and fight,
but let a shout come from without,
and see them all unite."
but let a shout come from without,
and see them all unite."
i cannot find the quote about how an irishman will answer even a yes or no question with an explanatory sentence. but there is one! it explains me eh?
| the irish on trying to change a stubborn person's mind: You might as well be whistling jigs to a milestone. | ||
| on very bad music: Aw, that's the tune the old cow died of.
|
May the road rise to meet you,
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
May the wind be always at your back,
May the sun shine warm upon your face,
The rains fall soft upon your fields and,
Until we meet again,
May God hold you in the palm of His hand.
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