Hatchetaxe&saw Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 Oh! Paddy, dear, and did you hear The news that's going round, The shamrock is forbid by law To grow on Irish ground. Saint Patrick's Day no more we'll keep His color can't be seen For there's a bloody law agin' The wearing of the green. I met with Napper Tandy And he took me by the hand And he said "How's poor old Ireland? And how does she stand?" She's the most distressful country That ever you have seen, They're hanging men and women there For wearing of the green. Then since the color we must wear Is England's cruel red Sure Ireland's sons will n'er forget The blood that they have shed. You may take the shamrock from your hat And cast it on the sod, But 'twill take root and flourish still Tho' underfoot 'tis trod. When the law can stop the blades of grass From growing as they grow, And when the leaves in summer time Their verdure dare not show, Then I will change the color I wear in my caubeen, But till that day I'll stick for aye To wearing of the green. But if at last our color should Be torn from Ireland's heart, Her sons with shame and sorrow From the dear old sod will part. I've heard a whisper of a country That lives far beyond the say, Where rich and poor stand equal In the light of freedom's day. Oh, Erin! Must we leave you, Driven by the tyrant's hand? Must we ask a mother's welcome From a strange but happy land? Where the cruel cross of England's thralldom Never shall be seen And where in peace we'll live and die A-wearing of the green. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
HowItIs Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 Slainte' For all my friends in Ireland Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he. My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she. They were married in two churches, lived happily enough, Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough. Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car, To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star. I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that, To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat. With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll. Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul. For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was. Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy, Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy. That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me. Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea. We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight. And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight. My parents never could agree about my type of school. My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool. They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green. (in case anyone wants to play it on the guitar): verse: C Dm F G C Dm F G chorus: Dm C F C F-G7-C Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Tick Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/418415_300367890020241_260338560689841_837238_1577533884_n.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Hatchetaxe&saw Posted March 17, 2012 Author Share Posted March 17, 2012 QUOTE (HowItIs @ Mar 17 2012, 10:16 AM) Slainte' For all my friends in Ireland http://youtu.be/gqN7kCfOOpw Oh, it is the biggest mix-up that you have ever seen. My father, he was Orange and me mother, she was green. My father was an Ulster man, proud Protestant was he. My mother was a Catholic girl, from county Cork was she. They were married in two churches, lived happily enough, Until the day that I was born and things got rather tough. Baptized by Father Riley, I was rushed away by car, To be made a little Orangeman, my father's shining star. I was christened "David Anthony," but still, inspite of that, To me father, I was William, while my mother called me Pat. With Mother every Sunday, to Mass I'd proudly stroll. Then after that, the Orange lodge would try to save my soul. For both sides tried to claim me, but i was smart because I'd play the flute or play the harp, depending where I was. Now when I'd sing those rebel songs, much to me mother's joy, Me father would jump up and say, "Look here would you me boy. That's quite enough of that lot", he'd then toss me a coin And he'd have me sing the Orange Flute or the Heros of The Boyne One day me Ma's relations came round to visit me. Just as my father's kinfolk were all sitting down to tea. We tried to smooth things over, but they all began to fight. And me, being strictly neutral, I bashed everyone in sight. My parents never could agree about my type of school. My learning was all done at home, that's why I'm such a fool. They've both passed on, God rest 'em, but left me caught between That awful color problem of the Orange and the Green. (in case anyone wants to play it on the guitar): verse: C Dm F G C Dm F G chorus: Dm C F C F-G7-C Funnily enough, no Irishman, be he Catholic 0r Protestant, would sing that. You're either one or t'other. Nothing inbetween. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Sark Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 (edited) Happy St. Patty's everyone!! A little Guinness & Jameson later today! Edited March 17, 2012 by Sark Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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g under p Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 For the Irish in me.... http://www.portwest.ie/storefront/catalog/HomeImage/Enlarged/St%20Patricks%20Day%20(2).jpg Time for some cabbage just without the corned beef peace Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
EveryNerveAware Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 I have Guinness on the brain... http://0.tqn.com/d/golondon/1/0/Y/K/-/-/Guinnesshat.jpg Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Babycat Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 QUOTE (Tick @ Mar 17 2012, 11:23 AM)http://sphotos.xx.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ash4/418415_300367890020241_260338560689841_837238_1577533884_n.jpg ! ! ! ! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Ya_Big_Tree Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 Happy St. Patrick's Day!!! I wish i could enjoy myself tonight but I'm working tonight and tomorrow morning. Drink extra for me!!!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
NobodysHeroine Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 Happy St. Patrick's Day to all who are Irish or of Irish descent! We are awesome! I'm very proud to be Irish on both sides of my family. I just wish we had a shamrock emoticon. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
sundog Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 ♣Happy St. Patrick's day! ♣ Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
treeduck Posted March 17, 2012 Share Posted March 17, 2012 Happy Saint my day! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
invisible airwave Posted March 18, 2012 Share Posted March 18, 2012 Gonna watch my DVD copy of The Departed when I get home to celebrate 317. "You all are. Act accordingly." Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
ColdFireYYZ Posted March 18, 2012 Share Posted March 18, 2012 Happy St. Patrick's Day!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Union 5-3992 Posted March 18, 2012 Share Posted March 18, 2012 My pug, Mojo's been partyin hard all day. http://i40.tinypic.com/20785g2.jpg Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
g under p Posted March 18, 2012 Share Posted March 18, 2012 I didn't ask for any kisses but recieved many... http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo13/pandorapj/holiday%20vacation/cheers.gif http://i357.photobucket.com/albums/oo13/pandorapj/holiday%20vacation/shamrock.gif After a couple Dos Equis green bottle Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
go2wrk@95974 Posted March 18, 2012 Share Posted March 18, 2012 (edited) Top of the mornin' to ya!! (1 day late, unfortunately) to all the I-RUSH lads and lassies!!! Hope everyone had a safe and reasonably sober St. Patricks day! Ate my traditional Irish feast last night of: Corned-beef, Cabbage, Potatoes, and carrots. ...Washed it down with a wee bit of Guinness!!! ..now THAT hit the spot! Proud to be Irish!!!!! Edited March 18, 2012 by go2wrk@95974 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
goose Posted March 19, 2012 Share Posted March 19, 2012 Had a great St. Pat's! Played a gig, then danced the night away myself. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
1 of the 7 Posted March 19, 2012 Share Posted March 19, 2012 (edited) Our wild celebration was corned beef and cabbage dinner at my mom's I am one of those who has ancestors from both Northern Ireland and Ireland (and elsewhere). I told you I was mixed-up! Hope you all had a great day Edited March 19, 2012 by 1 of the 7 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
go2wrk@95974 Posted March 19, 2012 Share Posted March 19, 2012 I was going thru some of my old lyric's earlier, and I came across one I had written about 3 yrs ago. This is for everyone of Irish decent, and all of Ireland: It's called " The calm blue Irish Sea " Chose to venture out, this cold cloudy day Rain was pouring down,like the mother-load Passed by a town,some green fields,and three farms I wondered alone, on a muddy rock road While on this early morn. trek thru tranquility Pulled up into a roadside Irish pub/cafe There I met the most beautiful lassie Took one look at her, and just had to say Erin,come take my hand and walk with me Down this road of hope and unity Together, we will climb serenity To observe the calm blue Irish Sea She said to me," I really believe This true vision,of our country to be It's in our blood,it is our destiny I want to live free, in a free country" Erin,come take my hand and walk with me Down this road of hope and unity Together, we will know serenity To observe the calm blue Irish Sea I know the struggle, of finding your way Life is really not easy now-a-days Too much anger,confusion, and blame It takes time to sort out the hurt and the pain Erin,come take my hand and walk with me Down this road of hope and unity Together we will feel serenity To observe the calm blue Irish Sea Happy belated St. Patrick's day to all TRF fans!! Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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