In honour of St. Paddy's Day, and our anticipated trip to the fair isle's shores in the fall, here are some of my favourite Irish toasts and sayings.
When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk and go to heaven!
Here's to health, peace, and prosperity.
May the flower of love never be nipped by the frost of disappointment,
nor shadow of grief fall among your family and friends.
May your home always be too small to hold your friends.
May you have warm words on a cold evening, a full moon on a dark night, and a smooth road all the way to your door.
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.
May the lilt of Irish laughter lighten every load.
May the mist of Irish magic shorten every road.
And may all your friends remember all the favours you are owed!
May neighbours respect you,
Trouble neglect you,
The angels protect you,
And heaven accept you.
May those that love us, love us.
And those that don't love us,
May God turn their hearts.
And if he doesn't turn their hearts,
May he turn their ankles,
So we'll know them by their limping.
As you slide down the banister of life, may the splinters never point the wrong way.
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ReplyDeletegood to know I'm not the only Mormon who likes toasts! ein proset!! (it means 'to life' but the spelling is Baaaaad)
ReplyDeleteSue, Thanks for posting these great sayings! I especially like the turned ankle one!
ReplyDeleteEtta, that's my favourite too! It's just a little bit subtle. About as subtle as an Irishman can be!
ReplyDeleteThanks for something by to say something nice at my site.
ReplyDeleteMy wife had chosen "Nana" as her grandmother name before she had even had children of her own! My Nanna had two "n's," but I am assured that this is wrong.
I got to mostly choose "Pops" for myself before our granddaughter was born. Two of my sons took to calling me that, and I kept it.
GK Chesterton penned these lines:
ReplyDeleteHere's to the great Gaels of Ireland
The people who God made mad.
For all of their wars are happy,
And all of their songs are sad.
I like it! I think that somewhere in the dim recesses of my memory I remember hearing it before. Thank for the reminder.
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