May you have - Walls for the wind And a roof for the rain, And drinks bedside the fire Laughter to cheer you And those you love near you, And all that your heart may desire. Happy St. Patties day to all of my family, friends, and those of ya I dont really care much about. Yes I am a day early, but as a honest, tried and true irishman, I will be having family, and friends over to my place tomorrow and will not have time to send this greetings to you then. May you all be happy, and safe on this day, may the next day find you all in good health and still part of the community we call BoltTalk. Enjoy the fruits of the barley, and courtin pretty girls in the marnin bright an early! But above all, be safe, there are people here and in your life that care about you and want to see you well. May Christ and His saints stand Between you and harm. Mary and her Son. St. Patrick with his staff. Martin with his mantle. Bridget with her veil. Michael with his shield. And God over all with His strong right hand. And what St. Patties Day would be complete without a lil'Irish cheer IRISH COFFEE 1 shot Irish Whiskey 1 tbsp Sugar 6 oz. Coffee Whipped Cream for garnish Pre-warm a stemmed glass. Add the whiskey. Add the sugar and stir in the coffee. Float the whipped cream on top. Drink the coffee through the cream. Do not stir after adding the cream. The Toasts of Ireland May you be poor in misfortune Rich in blessings Slow to make enemies Quick to make friends But rich or poor,quick or slow, May you know nothing but happiness From this day forward May the face of every good news and the back of every bad news be toward us. Like the goodness of the five loaves and two fishes,Which God divided among the five thousand men,May the blessing of the king ywho so divided be upon our share of this common meal. May the road rise to meet you may the wind be always at your back the sun shine warm upon your face the rain fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again may God hold you in the hollow of his hand. May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out. May the strength of three be in your journey. May peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door and happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas. In the New Year may your right hand always be strong St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth drove all the snakes from Ireland heres a toasting to his health. But not too many toastings lest you loose yourself and then forget the good St. Patrick and see all those snakes again. May there be a fox on your fishing hook and a hare on your bait and may you kill no fish until St. Brigids Day. The health of the salmon and of the trout that swim back and forward near the bulls mouth Dont ask for saucepan jug or mug down the hatch drink it up. Heres to you and yours and to mine and ours and if mine and ours ever come across you and yours I hope you and yours will do as much for mine and ours as mine and ours have done for you and yours. May you have warm words on a cold evening a full moon on a dark night and the road downhill all the way to your door. May there be a generation of children on the children of your children. Heres that we may always have a clean shirt a clean conscience and a guinea in our pocket. Heres a health to your enemies enemies. Heres health and prosperity to you and all your posterity and them that doesn't drink with sincerity that they may be damned for all eternity. Rye bread will do you good Barley bread will do you no harm,wheaten bread will sweeten your blood,oaten bread will strengthen your arm. May you live to be a hundred years with one extra year to repent. May I see you grey and combing your childrens hair. Health and long life to you,the woman of your choice to you,a child every year to you,land without rent to you and may you die in Ireland. The health of the salmon to you a long life,a full heart and a wet mouth. May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use. May the lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight on you.
C'mon L, you know that your Granpa could never have owned a farm... He was probably the cleaner of privies...
Conc, in honor of you and all the other Irish people out there (including me).... Tomorrow, I'll plan to have my first Irish Car Bomb... If I chicken out on that, I'll definitely have some Baileys... Oh, and I hope your party goes well....
It is a glass of guineess into which a shot glass of half irish creme, and half irish whicky is dropped. You then chug the delicious concotion as quickly as possible.... It is the yummies...
Or St Patty's Day Toasts- John O'Reilly hoisted his beer and said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, between the legs of me wife!" That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night! He went home and told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the best toast of the night." She said, "Aye, did ye now. And what was your toast?" John said, "Here's to spending the rest of me life, sitting in church beside me wife." "Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said. The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies on the street corner. The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary." She said, "Aye, he told me, and I was a bit surprised meself. You know, he's only been there twice in the last four years. Once he fell asleep , and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him come."
Sure an begorragh, a fine upstanding *cough* lad, from the O'Trumpie Clan!! :icon_eek: :yes: :icon_rofl: :icon_toast:
:icon_toast: St Pats is my favorite holiday of the year. I have had many a strange and wonderful one. And even if there not what they once were for me (Thank God) I still love them.:icon_toast: Erin Go Braugh!:clover: Sashanach Ithean Cach! (sorry if I butchered that one Conc, goin from memory) May the Wind at your back always be your own!:yes: :lama
Here's one I'll be a singing tomorrow nite after havin a few. Flogging Molly - The Rare Ould Times Lyrics [Originally by Pete St. John] Raised on songs and stories, heroes of renown The passing tales and glories that once was Dublin Town The hallowed halls and houses, the haunting childrens rhymes That once was Dublin City in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times My name it is Sean Dempsey, as Dublin as can be Born hard and late in Pimlico, in a house that ceased to be By trade I was a cooper, lost out to redundancy Like my house that fell to progress, my trade's a memory And I courted Peggy Dignam, as pretty as you please A rogue and child of Mary, from the rebel Liberties I lost her to a student chap, with skin as black as coal When he took her off to Birmingham, she took away my soul Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times The years have made me bitter, the gargle dims me brain Cause Dublin keeps on changing, and nothing seems the same The Pillar and the Met have gone, the Royal long since pulled down As the grey unyielding concrete, makes a city of my town Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times Fare thee well sweet Anna Liffey, I can no longer stay And watch the new glass cages, that spring up along the quay My mind's too full of memories, too old to hear new chimes I'm part of what was Dublin, in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould times Ring a ring a rosey, as the light declines I remember Dublin City in the rare ould tim
Ok having gone back and reread Conc's entire post I now feel a lil bad I'm going to a St Patrick's party thrown by a bunch of wiccans and pagans. But I'm going anyway!:icon_toast: :clover:
Happy St. Pattie's Day to you too Conc and I hope you have a wonderful day with family and friends There are quite a few Irish posters on our forums...I didn't know Toby was Irish :icon_wink: I hope you all have a fun, happy and safe holiday and still know your names come Sunday morning...:icon_huh: Although I'm only French-Polish I do like a little Bailey's Irish Cream once in a while...and I like corned beef and cabbage...but leprachauns are kinda scary...:icon_eek: Have a Happy St. Patrick's Day
Tuning Bagpipes, from an email from onea My Brothers- Guys, As a joke, I asked a friend in Hawaii who plays the bagpipes, how he knew when it was time to tune up the instrument. Many of you may know him. He is Marcus "Pappy" Reed. He took me seriously and sent this reply. Thought you might find it interesting. Bill Coombs -------------------------------------------------------------- Hi Bill, The basic scale is just a matter ear training and the tuning of the drones to the chanter changes as moisture accumulates in the wooden reeds. When they quit being in tune they no longer play a cord and sound discordant. This comes from failure to heterodyne and is the result of hearing a difference frequency. On the pipes low a is actually about 480 hertz but explains easier if you use the piano frequency of 440 Hertz. ( the A above middle C ) The chanter plays at 440 The tenor drones play at 220 Hertz The bass drone plays at 110 Hertz When you mix or heterodyne two frequencies you end up with 4, The two frequencies, The difference between the two and the sum of the two. If play 440 and 220 you have also a 660 and another 220. If they are not exactly on frequency you will get a difference freq which sounds like wobble in the background. You adjust the drones until this disappears and you are now playing a cord. The pipe scale is such that no matter which note you play there is no wobble and you are playing a cord. If you get a wobble on any note it is not a true note and we usually tune them up with a piece of tape partially covering it's hole. If it's done right pipes sound musical. If they are not tuned properly they don't sound good and it doesn't take a piper to know the difference. It's not as hard as it sounds. Pappy
