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Posted on 03/16/2005 9:32:16 PM PST by Dan from Michigan
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Cheers and be safe!
To: Dan from Michigan
Thank you!!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day
to you too!!!
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posted on
03/16/2005 9:41:13 PM PST
by
trussell
(I Never Frown, even when I am sad, because I never know who is falling in love with my Smile!!!)
To: Dan from Michigan
Thank you for that great collection.
A very happy St. Patrick's Day to you, my friend!
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posted on
03/16/2005 9:42:16 PM PST
by
Aussie Dasher
(Stop Hillary - PEGGY NOONAN '08)
To: Dan from Michigan
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posted on
03/16/2005 9:44:20 PM PST
by
Jaysun
(If you eat mayonnaise on your hot dogs please don't talk to me.)
To: eeyore= ts mom
Ping to you mom!!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!!
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posted on
03/16/2005 9:45:03 PM PST
by
trussell
(I Never Frown, even when I am sad, because I never know who is falling in love with my Smile!!!)
To: Jaysun
Who Was St. Patrick?
St. Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland, is one of Christianity's most widely known figures. But for all his celebrity, his life remains somewhat of a mystery. Many of the stories traditionally associated with St. Patrick, including the famous account of his banishing all the snakes from Ireland, are false, the products of hundreds of years of exaggerated storytelling.
Taken Prisoner By Irish Raiders
It is known that St. Patrick was born in Britain to wealthy parents near the end of the fourth century. He is believed to have died on March 17, around 460 A.D. Although his father was a Christian deacon, it has been suggested that he probably took on the role because of tax incentives and there is no evidence that Patrick came from a particularly religious family. At the age of sixteen, Patrick was taken prisoner by a group of Irish raiders who were attacking his family's estate. They transported him to Ireland where he spent six years in captivity. (There is some dispute over where this captivity took place. Although many believe he was taken to live in Mount Slemish in County Antrim, it is more likely that he was held in County Mayo near Killala.) During this time, he worked as a shepherd, outdoors and away from people. Lonely and afraid, he turned to his religion for solace, becoming a devout Christian. (It is also believed that Patrick first began to dream of converting the Irish people to Christianity during his captivity.)
Guided By Visions
After more than six years as a prisoner, Patrick escaped. According to his writing, a voicewhich he believed to be God'sspoke to him in a dream, telling him it was time to leave Ireland.
To do so, Patrick walked nearly 200 miles from County Mayo, where it is believed he was held, to the Irish coast. After escaping to Britain, Patrick reported that he experienced a second revelationan angel in a dream tells him to return to Ireland as a missionary. Soon after, Patrick began religious training, a course of study that lasted more than fifteen years. After his ordination as a priest, he was sent to Ireland with a dual missionto minister to Christians already living in Ireland and to begin to convert the Irish. (Interestingly, this mission contradicts the widely held notion that Patrick introduced Christianity to Ireland.)
Bonfires and Crosses
Familiar with the Irish language and culture, Patrick chose to incorporate traditional ritual into his lessons of Christianity instead of attempting to eradicate native Irish beliefs. For instance, he used bonfires to celebrate Easter since the Irish were used to honoring their gods with fire. He also superimposed a sun, a powerful Irish symbol, onto the Christian cross to create what is now called a Celtic cross, so that veneration of the symbol would seem more natural to the Irish. (Although there were a small number of Christians on the island when Patrick arrived, most Irish practiced a nature-based pagan religion. The Irish culture centered around a rich tradition of oral legend and myth. When this is considered, it is no surprise that the story of Patrick's life became exaggerated over the centuriesspinning exciting tales to remember history has always been a part of the Irish way of life. )
http://www.historychannel.com/exhibits/stpatricksday/index.jsp?page=patrick
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posted on
03/17/2005 3:48:36 AM PST
by
sure_fine
(*not one to over kill the thought process*)
To: Dan from Michigan; Happygal; Colosis; Black Line; Cucullain; SomeguyfromIreland; Youngblood; ...
Happy Paddy's Day Bump!
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posted on
03/17/2005 3:50:33 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: Irish_Thatcherite
Happy Paddy's Day Bump! Back atcha!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:11:34 AM PST
by
aculeus
(Ceci n'est pas une tag line.)
To: Dan from Michigan
A couple of Christy Moore songs...
DELIRIUM TREMENS CHRISTY MOORE C D I dreamt a dream the other night I couldn't sleep a wink The rats were tryin' to count the sheep and I was off the drink There were footsteps in the parlour and voices on the stairs I was climbin' up the walls and movin' round the chairs. I looked out from under the blanket up at the fireplace. The Pope and John F. Kennedy were starin' in me face.* Suddenly it dawned at me I was getting the old D.T.s When the Child o' Prague began to dance around the mantlepiece.
CHORUS G C Goodbye to the Port and Brandy, to the Vodka and the Stag, D G To the Schmiddick and the Harpic, the bottled draught and keg. G As I sat lookin' up the Guinness ad I could never figure out D G How your man stayed up on the surfboard after 14 pints of stout.
Well I swore upon the bible I'd never touch a drop. My heart was palpitatin' I was sure 'twas going to stop, Thinkin' I was dyin' I gave my soul to God to keep. A tenner to St. Anthony to help me get some sleep. I fell into an awful nightmare - got a dreadful shock. When I dreamt there was no Duty-free at the airport down in Knock. George Seawright was sayin' the rosary and SPUC were on the pill.** Frank Patterson was gargled and he singin' Spancil Hill.
CHORUS I dreamt that Mr. Haughey had recaptured Crossmaglen Then Garret got re-elected and gave it back again. Dick Spring and Roger Casement were on board the Marita-Ann As she sailed into Fenit they were singin' Banna Strand. I dreamt Archbishop McNamara was on Spike Island for 3 nights Havin' been arrested for supportin' Traveller's rights. I dreamt that Ruairi Quinn was smokin' marijuana in the Dail Barry Desmond handin' Frenchies out to scuts in Fianna Fail.
CHORUS
I dreamt of Nell McCafferty and Mary Kenny too The things that we got up to, but I'm not tellin' you. I dreamt I was in a jacuzzi along with Alice Glenn 'twas then I knew I'd never ever, ever drink again.
CHORUS
LisdoonvarnaLisdoonvarna is the name of a town in Co. Clare - a place famed for its festvals!
Tabs by Oliver St John & Pete Cassidy
G How's it goin' there everybody, D C From Cork, New York, Dundalk, Gortahork and Glenamaddy. D Here we are in the County Clare C It's a long, long way from here to there. D There's the Burren and the Cliffs of Moher, C And the Tulla and the Kilfenora, D Miko Russell, Doctor Bill, C Willy Clancy and Noel Hill. D Flutes and fiddles everywhere. C If it's music you want, You should go to Clare.
CHORUS G C Oh, Lisdoonvarna G C Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoon, Lisdoonvarna!
Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Some head off to exotic places, Others go to the Galway Races. Mattie goes to the South of France, Jim to the dogs, Peter to the dance. A cousin of mine goes potholing, A cousin of her's loves Joe Dolan. Summer comes around each year, We go there and they come here. Some jet off to ... Frijiliana, But I always go to Lisdoonvarna.
CHORUS
I always leave on a Thursday night, With me tent and me groundsheet rolled up tight. I like to hit Lisdoon, In around Friday afternoon. This gives me time to get me gear together, I don't need to worry about the weather. Ramble in for a pint of stout, And you'd never know who'd be hangin' about! There's a Dutchman playing a mandolin, And a German looking for Liam Óg O'Floinn. And there's Adam, Bono and Garrett Fitzgerald, Gettin' their photos taken for the Sunday World. Finbarr, Charlie and Jim Hand, And they drinkin' pints to bate the band. .. Ain't it grand?
CHORUS
The multitudes, they flocked and thronged, To hear the music and the songs. Motorbikes and Hi-ace vans, With bottles - barrels - flagons - cans. Mighty craic. Loads of frolics, Pioneers and alcoholics, PLAC, SPUC and the FCA, Free Nicky Kelly and the IRA. Hairy chests and milk-white thighs, And mickey dodgers in disguise. Mc Graths, O'Briens, Pippins, Coxs, Massage parlours in horse boxes. There's amhráns, bodhráns, amadáns, Arab sheiks, Hindu Sikhs, Jesus freaks, RTE are makin' tapes, takin' breaks and throwin' shapes. This is heaven, this is hell. Who cares? Who can tell? (Anyone for the last few Choc Ices, now?)
CHORUS
A 747 for Jackson Browne, They had to build a special runway just to get him down. Before the Chieftains could start to play, Seven creamy pints came out on a tray. Shergar was ridden by Lord Lucan, Seán Cannon did the backstage cookin'. Clannad were playin' "Harry's Game", Christy was singin' "Nancy Spain". Mary O'Hara and Brush Shields, Together singin' "The Four Green Fields". Van the Man and Emmy Lou, Moving Hearts and Planxty too!
CHORUS
Everybody needs a break, Climb a mountain or jump in a lake. Sean Doherty goes to the Rose of Tralee, Oliver J. Flanagan goes swimming in the Holy Sea. But I like the music and the open air, So every Summer I go to Clare. Coz Woodstock, Knock nor the Feast of Cana, Can hold a match to Lisdoonvarna.
CHORUS Christy Moore
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:23:37 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: Irish_Thatcherite
The only Irish image I've ever saved on my pc..........
Happy St.P Day to all from a real Patrick.
To: Dan from Michigan; Lovely-Day-For-A-Guinness
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:37:35 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: Dan from Michigan
Have to watch this tonight!!!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:42:48 AM PST
by
fredhead
("It is a good thing war is so terrible, or we should grow too fond of it." General Robert E. Lee)
To: Irish_Thatcherite
'twould be even a lovelier day were there not two feet of snow on the ground here. This is the whitest St.Paddy's Day I can remember, but it's still a grand day for a Guinness or twelve.
To: Dan from Michigan
Guinness is good for you!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:45:58 AM PST
by
mhking
(Do not mess with dragons, for thou art crunchy & good with ketchup...)
To: Lovely-Day-For-A-Guinness
See what one or toucan do!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:48:02 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: fredhead
"Here's a good stick to beat the nice lady with"!!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:49:25 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: Dan from Michigan
HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY TO ALL.
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:50:20 AM PST
by
kassie
("It's the soldier who allows freedom of speech, not the reporter..")
To: mhking
Oh that's it - I'm headin' fro the pub!
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posted on
03/17/2005 4:50:27 AM PST
by
Irish_Thatcherite
(PIRA, CIRA, RIRA - separate leadership, common membership)
To: Lovely-Day-For-A-Guinness; sure_fine; deadhead; kassie; Irish_Thatcherite; trussell; Jaysun
To: Irish_Thatcherite
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posted on
03/17/2005 6:11:51 AM PST
by
Mike Bates
(Irish Alzheimer's victim: I only remember the grudges.)
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