Dedicated to my departed, wee Irish mother, who gave us the gift of laughter, the joy of life and love, as well as much pride in being Irish. Thinking of you this St. Patrick’s day and every day! You are so very much missed and loved.
May there always be work for your hands to do. May your purse always hold a coin or two. May the sun always shine upon your window pane. May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain. May the hand of a friend always be near to you and May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.
Ahhh, we’re almost at the doorway to St. Pat’s day, for sure now! Only 8 hours and about 15 minutes more before the grand day is here, and we be singing our wee hearts out with songs about the ol’ county soon enough, and enjoying the craic and dancing a wee jig, until me old knee’s give out and me old heart is jumpin in me chest, and the smile on me face a mile or so wide, so it be! Sure and begorra, I’ll be wearin’ the green, and singing the loudest and waken’ up St.Patrick himself!
There's a dear little plant
that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself
sure that set it;
And the sun on his labour
with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye
often wet it.
It thrives through the bog,
through the brake,
through the mireland;
And he called it the dear
little shamrock of Ireland—
The sweet little shamrock,
the dear little shamrock,
The sweet little, green little,
shamrock of Ireland!
May the luck of the Irish possess you,
The Divil fly off with your worries,
And forivver and ivver
God bless you!
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