The Irish

MRGREEN

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Today there are 2 types of people in the world. The Irish and those who wish they were Irish!

Happy St Patrick's Day

Peace
Mr Green (Irish):D
 

Br(.)(.)ke

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Saint Patrick

Finally...get to wear those shamrock pasties

...pub crawling in search of large amounts of fine green lager I might add :D :D :D


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.

................................................Irish drinking toast




 

tess

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Happy St. Patrick's Day Perberts... off to drink green beer:D
xo
Irish tess

May the road rise up 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.
 
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H.Miller

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St. Pat

Today there are 2 types of people in the world. The Irish and those who wish they were Irish!

Happy St Patrick's Day

Peace
Mr Green (Irish):D
Well I do wish it--today at least. I mistakenly opened this letter, somehow it ended up here in Van. but had a wpg. address on it-- thought it might be yours.

County Cork, Ireland
Dear Cousin,
Your welcome letter received and me and your Aunt Bridget thank you for the money you sent us. We have had nine Masses said for your grandmother and grandfather, God rest their souls.

You have gone to high places in America, God bless you. I hope you'll not be putting on airs and forgetting your native land.

Your cousin, Marty O'Toole was hanged in Londonderry last week for killing a policeman, may God rest his soul and may God's curse be on Jimmy Callahan, the informer. May he burn in Hell. God forgive me.

Times are not as bad as they might be. The herrings are back. Nearly everyone has had a hard time making ends meet, but the price of fish is good. Thanks be to God.

We had a grand time at Pat Muldoon's Wake. He was a blatherskite and it looked good to see him stretched out with his big mouth shut. He is better off dead and he'll burn till the damned place freezes over. He had too many friends among the masons. God curse the lot of them.... Bless your heart. I almost forgot to tell you, Uncle Danny took a pot shot at a turncoat from the back of the hedge, but he had too much drink in him and missed! God curse the dirty drink. I hope this letter finds you in good health and may God keep reminding you to send money.

Your cousin Biddie had a baby, one of them Limey officers in fancy uniform took advantage of her. He offered to marry her, but her father said no. Better to have a bastard in the family than a bloody Englishman. God bless them and may the child never know.

Father O'Flaherty, God bless his soul, who baptized you, is now feeble-minded. He sends his blessings.

We had a real old time brawl at Murphy's 50 th. Anniversary. McCarthy brought a singer by the name of Izzie Cohen. Well Lo and behold, Cohen sang "Ireland must be Heaven for Me Mother Came from There." He never got to sing the second verse for Donohue crowned him with a chair. that's when the brawl began.

Nellie O'Malley, the brat you went to school with, has married an Englishman..... They'll have no luck.

God take care of the lot of you and keep you from sudden death.

Things look bright again. Every police Barricks and Protestant Church in County Cork has been burned to the ground. Thanks be to God.

Keep sending money.
Your devoted cousin, Pat
 
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