Posted on 03/17/2002 6:40:17 AM PST by jmp702
Irish Quotes
I always pass on good advice. It is the only thing I ever do with it. It is never of any use to oneself. - Oscar Wilde
Take care to get what you like or you will be forced to like what you get. - George Bernard Shaw
The intellect of man is forced to choose Perfection of the life, or of the work. - W.B. Yeats
He who can does. He who cannot, teaches. - George Bernard Shaw
He knows nothing; and he thinks he knows everything. That points clearly to a political career. - George Bernard Shaw
Alcohol is a very necessary article... It enables Parliament to do things at eleven at night that no sane person would do at eleven in the morning. - George Bernard Shaw
Work is the curse of the drinking classes. - Oscar Wilde
The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails. - James Joyce
[Dancing is] a perpendicular expression of a horizontal desire. - George Bernard Shaw
I can resist everything except temptation. - Oscar Wilde
Liberty means responsibility. That is why most men dread it. - George Bernard Shaw
Experience is the name everyone gives to their mistakes. - Oscar Wilde
Every man desires to live long; but no man would be old. - Jonathan Swift
When one has reached 81... one likes to sit back and let the world turn by itself, without trying to push it. - Sean O'Casey
A man travels the world in search of what he needs and returns home to find it. - George Moore
There is only one thing in the world worse than being talked about, and that is not being talked about. - Oscar Wilde
In Ireland the inevitable never happens and the unexpected constantly occurs. - John Pentland Mahaffy
My Irish uncle drowned when he fell into a vat of whiskey. We tried to save him, but he resisted valiantly.
An Irishman always ends a letter with: "I would have enclosed a five-pound note, but I'd already sealed the envelope."
The last verse includes the following line: "...there's nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky..." and the refrain goes like this: "so stick to the [Cryther], the best thing in nature, for drowning your sorrows and rasing your joys..."
If you or anyone lurking has ever heard the song I'd appreciate some more information so I can find the lyrics on the net....thanks.
"Republicans believe every day is 4th of July, but Democrats believe every day is April 15."
"Abortion is advocated only by persons who have themselves been born."
"I used to say that politics is the second oldest profession, and I have come to know that it bears a gross similarity to the first."
What whiskey will not cure, there is no cure for... old Irish proverb
HAPPY ST. PATTY'S DAY to all.
May you be in heaven half an hour before the devil knows you're gone...
Boy did a lot of people come to mind.
| There once was an old man of Esser, Whose knowledge grew lesser and lesser, It at last grew so small He knew nothing at all, And now he's a college professor. There once was a lady, Ilene, There once was a young man of Trinity |
There was a young lady one fall A mouse in her room woke Miss Doud Lordy, Please Don't Ye Smite 'em |
Who needs an excuse?
Let your quacks and newspapers be cuttin' their capers
And curing the Vapours, the Scratch and the Gout.
With their medical potions, their pills and their lotions,
Upholdin' their notions, they're mighty put out.
Who can tell the true physic of all things pathetic
And pitch to the Devil Cramp, Colic and Spleen?
Oh you'll find them I think if you take a big drink
With your mouth to the brink of a jug of Poteen.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh what botherations no bolt to the nation
Can bring consolation like Poteen me boys.
No liquid cosmetic to lovers athletic
Or ladies pathetic can bring such a bloom
As the sweet, by the powers to the garden of flowers
Never brought it own powers such a darlin' perfume.
And this liquid's so rare if you're willin' to share
To be takin' your hair when its grizzled and dead.
Oh the Sod has the merit to yield the true spirit
So strong it'll shake all the hairs from your head.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh since its perfection no doctor's direction
Can cleanse the complexion like Poteen me boys.
As a child in my cradle the nurse from her ladle
Was swillin' her mouth with a notion of ``Pep''
When a drop from her bottle fell into me throttle.
I capered and scrambled right out of her lap.
On the floor I lay crawlin' and screamin' and bawlin'
Till Father and Mother soon came to the fore.
Conceived I lay dying, all wailing and crying
They found I was only a-cryin' for more.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord how I'd chuckle if babes in their truckle
Could only be suckled on Poteen me boys.
Through youthful digressions and times of depression
My childhood impression still clung to me mind.
In school and in college the basis of knowledge
I never could gulp 'till with whiskey combined.
Now as older I'm growin', time's ever bestowin'
On Erin's potation a flavour so fine
And how e're they may lecture on Jove and his nectar
Itself is the only true liquid divine.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord it's the right thing for courtin' and fightin'
There's nowt so exciting as Poteen me boys.
Come guess me this riddle what beats pipes and fiddle
What's hotter than mustard and wilder than cream?
What best wets your whistle, what's clearer than crystal
Smoother than honey and stronger than steam?
What'll make the dumb talk, what'll make the lame walk
The elixir of life and philosopher's stone?
And what helped Mr. Brunell to dig the Thames tunnel
Wasn't it Poteen me boys from old Innishowen.
Then stick to the Cratur the best thing in nature
For sinkin' your sorrows and raisin' your joys.
Oh Lord knows I wonder if lightning and thunder
Was made from the plunder of Poteen me boys!
Let philosophers dabble in science and babble
‘Bout Oxy-gin, Hydro-gin, Nitro-gin’s fame
For their gin, to my thinking, is not worth the drinking
Their labour’s all lost and their learning a drame
They may prate by the score of their elements four
That all things earth, fire, air and water must be
For their rules I don’t care, for in Ireland I’ll swear
By St. Pat there’ a fifth and that’s whiskey, machree!
You maidens pathetic, with lovers athletic
For liquid cosmetic, you can’t beat the drop
With a glow to your cheek, it will maker your heart leap
It’ll quiet a stallion or cure an old cob
At the mouth your would drool, be reduced to a fool
You’d kick up your heels and you’d peel to the buff
Then ‘tis he’d be pathetic while you’d be athletic
If only you’d take a few drops of the stuff
So stick to the cratur, the best thing in nature
For sinking your sorrows and raising your joys
For there’s nothing like whiskey to make maidens frisky
It soon separates all the men from the boys
Caught it. Listened to the wav. Thanks
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