It’s a great day for the Irish; and the Oyerish:
for the drowning of the shamrock, and the wearing of the green; and singing songs; for eating greasy fry-ups and downing pints of porter and sinking peaty ale; for the Guinness and the Smithwick; for the Jemmy and The Powers; for the going to parades and getting soaking wet; for watching the gigi’s and the Gaahhhh; for eating bacon and cabbage; for Sheeeeeeena feeena falllllllll, and a nation once again ; for emerald badges and green rosettes; for 6 foot hipster leprechauns; for sleeveens and gombeens; for The Quite Man and Finian’s Rainbow and Darby O’Gill; for Count John McCormack and Frank Patterson and U2 and Aslan and Makem and Clancy and for free born clans of travelling people; for the kingdom and the city of the tribes; for Johnson Mooney & O’Brien and Jacobs and Tayto, yes, mustn’t forget Tayto; It’s a great day for railway cups and provincial finals; for Arkles and Triple Crowns; for Ballydehob and Ballinahinch; Letterfrack and Skibberine: For the O’Flahertys and the McCafferys; the Kellys and O’Tooles, and for the Murphy’s; always the Murphs; and for green pyramids and Eiffel green Towers, green Opera houses and Green White Houses; and a great day for all the Patricks and Patricias and Padrigeens and the Paddy’s; for the centenary celebrations and the rebellious remembrances; for the gatherings and the parting glasses; for the planting of spuds and parsnip seed; and for our fallen dead; for Kathleen and her 4 green fields; and all the Caithleens and Maureens who’ve gone before us…
Yes, it’s a great day for all the Paddy’s,,,,,everywhere…more anon
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