Saint Patrick's Day was first celebrated in
America in Boston in 1737.
The traditional St. Patrick's Day dinner is
corned beef and cabbage.
Note: We
received an email from a visitor stating that St. Patricks Day is March 15th in
2008 because the Catholic church changes it when it is going to fall during the
Holy week, the week with Good Friday in it.
An Irishman was drinking at the pub all night. The bartender came
up to him and told him that the bar was closing. So the Irishman stood up to leave and fell flat on his face. He tried to stand up
one more time with the same result. So he figured he'd just crawl outside, hang
out for a while, get some fresh air and hopefully that would sober him up.
Once outside he stood up and fell again - right on his face. He
decided to crawl the four blocks to his home and when he arrived at the door he tried one more time with the same results. Exhausted, he then gave up
and started crawling to the bedroom.
When he reached his bed he tried one more time to stand up. This
time he managed to pull himself upright but he quickly fell right into the bed and fell sound asleep as soon as his head hit the pillow.
The next morning, he woke up with his wife standing over him shouting at
him, "'So, you've been out drinking again!!"
'What makes you say that?' he asked as he put on an innocent look.
"The pub called, you left your flaming wheelchair
there!"
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Q: How can you tell if an Irishman is having a good time?
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Q: What's Irish and stays out all night?
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Patrick O'Reily wasn't feeling too good so he went to the doctors. The doctor ran some tests and came back to tell O'Reily, "I can't find anything wrong with you, Patrick. It must be the drink."
O'Reily shrugged and answered, "Don't worry about it doc. I'll come back when you're sober."
If you'll listen, I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now drooped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head.
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith, I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
They may sing of their roses which, by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose would never consent
To have that sweet name taken away.
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by
The bower, where my true love grows;
And my one wish has been that some day I may win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere,
But none can compare
With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows,
And some day for my sake,
She may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
Just in case any of you have small ones, when my Joey was little, we bought a little dime store leprechaun. We tied a little string to it, and then filled a little pot of "gold" with Ferrero Rocher candy. We put the little Leprechaun in the bushes, and the pot of "gold" too. When he got off the bus, I called him over to the bushes, and told him I saw a Leprechaun, and to look for him and his pot of gold. He peered in the bushes and found him, just then my friend pulled the string, and the leprechaun jumped from branch to branch, my son tried to catch him, I yelled for him to forget the leprechaun and grab the pot of gold. He did, the Leprechaun got away but Joey got the pot of gold. Every year now he finds a pot of gold on St. Patrick's Day, and he's almost 19. But he still swears he saw a Leprechaun :)
