Mar/Apr 2008



'Tis that time again, me boyos ­ time to return once more to that Emerald Isle, from which, on the 17th of March, we all claim to hail from.

As the Blarney Stone is thousands of miles away, I'll refrain from letting my own weak words get in the way and give you instead some choice sayings to help you celebrate St. Paddy's in the proper spirit:

First, a health to your enemies' enemies,

And here's to our wives and girlfriends: may they never meet,

And may the strength of three be in your journey,

May the doctor never earn a pound out of you,

May there be a generation of children on the children of your children,

May the good Lord take a liking to you, but not too soon,

May the Lord keep you in His hand ­ and never close His fist too tightly on you,

May you live to be a hundred years, with one extra year to repent,

May you live as long as you want, and never want as long as you live,

May the rocks in your field turn to gold,

May the dust of your carriage blind the eyes of your foe,

May your right hand be always stretched out in friendship and never in want,

May the saddest day of your future be no worse than the happiest day of your past,

Health and long life to you, the woman of your choice to you, a child every year to you, land without rent to you, may you die in Ireland, and may you get to Heaven a half hour before the Devil knows you're dead,

And may you have warm words on cold evenings, a full moon on dark nights, and may the road to your door be always downhill...

—Joe O'Nolte