Okay, the Brits have their head count on the boards, but how many Irish hang out here?
Me, oi 'av got aboyt wan eighth Oirish in me. That's enoof ter draink a Liffey Water on St. Paddy's.
Well, even though my last name is Scottish...
I fail to see how 'Zombie' is Scottish.
:D
On my father's side I'm, aside from English, either part Scottish or part Irish. But don't let such a meager racial criterion affect anything. I want you to kiss me solely because my lips are plush velvet and tempt you maddeningly from afar.
I'm 100% Irish. Lived in Dublin my whole life.
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I'm 100% Irish. Lived in Dublin my whole life.
'Tis a lovely gem of city, ye'ave der, an' 'tis no lie!
I love Dublin! Some of the friendliest folks in the UK, and I met a lot of kick-ass friendly folks all over the Isles.
I'm not Irish, but like Kruelaid, I'll have a couple a drams of Irish in me tonight, as well.
I'm 100% Irish. Lived in Dublin my whole life.'Tis a lovely gem of city, ye'ave der, an' 'tis no lie!
I love Dublin! Some of the friendliest folks in the UK, and I met a lot of kick-ass friendly folks all over the Isles.
I'm not Irish, but like Kruelaid, I'll have a couple a drams of Irish in me tonight, as well.
Ireland's not part of the UK, thats like saying canada is part of the USA.
England, Scotland and Wales are ruled by the Queen, we've got our own government. Not trying to be snarky, just feel like it's my duty to make that clear on today of all days.
Ancestors from all over Ireland. Scots-Irish on both sides. Paternal Great-grandparents from County Wexford.
St Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland, which is a metaphor for the Catholic church wiping out the traditional pagan religions at the cost of a great loss of Celtic culture. Not really celebration worthy, but I'm half Irish so I'll be tipping a few pints of Guiness and a few shots of Tullamore Dew later. (they had to put it around now to wipe out the traditional equinox-related celebrations) (St Patrick was Italian, which explains everthing)
I'm Green
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St Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland, which is a metaphor for the Catholic church wiping out the traditional pagan religions at the cost of a great loss of Celtic culture. Not really celebration worthy, but I'm half Irish so I'll be tipping a few pints of Guiness and a few shots of Tullamore Dew later. (they had to put it around now to wipe out the traditional equinox-related celebrations) (St Patrick was Italian, which explains everthing)
St. Patrick was also a slave in Ireland before seeing a vision that led him to a boat leaving Ireland. Supposedly after seeing that vision from God and going back to Italy to learn more of God, he was shown another vision of himself back in Ireland helping to spread the Gospel and helping to end the slavery there.
As cultures advance there is always lost heritage to lament. No need to slander a nationality over it.
Who is paddy? ;-)
Oh, you know Paddy O'Furniture. He's lives just down the way.
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I appologize. Brain wasn't fully engaged this morning. I certainly don't want to cause an international incident ;-) My statement stands with a slight edit...
I love Dublin! Some of the friendliest folks in the assemblage of islands slightly above and to the left of Belgium, and I met a lot of kick-ass friendly folds all over the geographical range.
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Well, my mother's side of the family really only knows as far back as crossing the Atlantic with Penn, but we've reports of ancestors from all over both sides of the Isles.
And I've been told I sound like I'm from Dublin when I've got a brogue going - and it only gets thicker when I've been drinking. Apparently my voice knows something I don't...
I want you to kiss me solely because my lips are plush velvet and tempt you maddeningly from afar.
I love the Jade.
I'm mostly Irish, with a bit of Native American and Scottish for spice. Seeing as I'm a heathen, though, I won't be celebrating today.
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Actually, St. Patrick was British.(St Patrick was Italian, which explains everthing)
I think you're thinking of St. Patrick, not St. Patrick.
Oh, I almost forgot: Saint Patrick is the patron saint of my family. He was also a close friend of the first of the line, Eógan mac Néill, third son of Niall Noígiallach.
Are you an immortal?
St Patrick drove the snakes from Ireland, which is a metaphor for the Catholic church wiping out the traditional pagan religions at the cost of a great loss of Celtic culture.
‘cause paganism means praying to twigs and pond scum…at least according to Veggie Tales.
Kiss my ass, I'm Irish!!!
I mean, Kiss me, I'm Irish. ;)
Really. Well, half of me is German, but whatever.
"Ziggy zocky! Ziggy zocky! Hoy! Hoy! Hoy! (gulp) Aaaaaaah!"
o_O ~hic~ ;)
This is one of my favorite YouTube videos. A very nice version of Carolan's Dream. Family legend has it that my mother's side hails from Clare. Many years ago, we traveled the coast from the Cliffs of Moher up to Galway, then back down again further inland. The place was lovely, and the people even more so. And I find Guinness doesn't taste half as good anywhere else.
I am 1/4 Irish; St Paddy is my Patron Saint; still looking for my families weave's colors
Well, even though my last name is Scottish...I fail to see how 'Zombie' is Scottish.
:D
Have you not heard of the O'Zombeys from Leitrim?
Tell my ma when I go home,
The boys won't leave the girls alone,
They pulled my hair and stole my comb,
But that's all right 'till I go home.
She is handsome, she is pretty
She is the belle of Belfast city,
She is courting, one two three
Please won't you tell me who is she?
To all, Irish or no, I wish you a wonderful day...
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Let the wind and the rain and the hail come high
Snow come tumblin' from the sky.
She's as nice as apple pie
She'll get her own lad by-and-by.
My 5 year old daughter LOVES 'Tell Me Ma" and can sing it pretty much completely and my 2 year old son gets a lot of it. We're also working on "Whiskey in the Jar" and "Star of the County Down"
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After waiting twenty years to see them play live, Saturday night I got to see The Pogues play at the Roseland Ballroom in NYC. I can't think of a better way to spend a St. Patrick's day (even if it was the "church recognized" day this year because St. Patrick's fell on Holy Week).
This is a video of one of my favorite songs by them, Thousands Are Sailing, about the Irish who came to America looking for a better life. It's those desperate and brave men and women I raise a glass to every year.
Roman=Italian at least in my narrow view, nyah! As to the whole nationality? Just because organized religion rubs me the wrong way, don't ya be thinkin I don't have a soft spot for Cuchulainn, Fion Mac Cumhail, and Labrhraidh Loingseach! (probly because they were afor that nightmare) I'm celebratin the culture but the Saint? *urp*
(ew! guiness and corned beef)
I'm part Irish anyhow. gods alone know we look it .
Wow; my semi girlfriend made the best corned beef and cabbage I have ever had for dinner last night; wow; so good I am actually going to eat leftovers of it today for lunch.
Irish (Limavady) blood, English heart here! ;)
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My grandfather (whose parents came over on the boat) keeps a shillelagh on his dining room table.
One of my earliest memories (I was around four) was thus:
"Grampa, what's that thing on the table?"
"'S a shillelagh, Davey."
"What's it for?"
"It's for bashing Englishmen's brains in. That's what for."
Irish (Limavady) blood, English heart here! ;)Quisling.
Shhhhhh... ;)
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I'm 100% Irish. Lived in Dublin my whole life.'Tis a lovely gem of city, ye'ave der, an' 'tis no lie!
I love Dublin! Some of the friendliest folks in the UK, and I met a lot of kick-ass friendly folks all over the Isles.
I'm not Irish, but like Kruelaid, I'll have a couple a drams of Irish in me tonight, as well.
Ireland's not part of the UK, thats like saying canada is part of the USA.
England, Scotland and Wales are ruled by the Queen, we've got our own government. Not trying to be snarky, just feel like it's my duty to make that clear on today of all days.
I met a couple of girls last time I was in Chicago KiY who when I told them I was from Ireland where amazed and wanted to know 'hey is that near Europe?' I laughed.
All political faux pas aside geographical he wasn't that far wrong.
(St Patrick was Italian, which explains everthing)
I'm Italian down both lines. What does it explain again?
Though I am not Irish, my wife is on both sides (honestly, I never noticed just how much until I saw just how well she blended with the people there (prominent labial nasal folds [my son has them too, now that I look] and all), and we just returned from (just under) a week there as of Friday (and one day in Boston).
My 5 year old daughter LOVES 'Tell Me Ma" and can sing it pretty much completely and my 2 year old son gets a lot of it. We're also working on "Whiskey in the Jar" and "Star of the County Down"
Just don’t teach her Molly Malone, you’ll never hear the end of it!
An outsider’s view of Ireland (taken mostly from Dublin, which will color my views somewhat due to lack of experience):
Ireland opens at noon and closes at six, unless you drink.
Ireland is gorgeous, and Irish people are for the most part unfailingly patient and friendly.
Spoken Irish is a lot more common than I had thought, but luckily, we came prepared (enough to get by, at any rate). The language is fluid and pleasing to the (American) ear.
Dublin 1 contains less than 1% actual Irish people, and is a tourist trap (if you want to shop, take the LUAS to Dundrum).
The cities and buildings aren’t built with acoustics in mind, so prepare to spend a lot of time shouting and repeating yourself (lots of "white noise").
Dublin = Boston with Polish people, Boston = Dublin with Americans.
Shorts with patterned tights are huge in Ireland.
The food in Ireland is expensive, but worth it. It also takes at least twice as long to move out of your colon, so think about bringing some fruit with you (or visit your local Tesco / Dunnes, which you’ll be doing often anyhow, food preservation takes a back seat to freshness).
Bring Benadryl if you need it, because you can’t get it over the counter.
If you decide to go exploring in graveyards, watch where you step. Nothing is creepier than discovering that rock is actually someone’s jawbone with teeth still in it.
The Irish division of Krylon must by rolling in Euros, because graffiti is so extensive, I’d almost say they have a “white space” problem and not a “graffiti problem.” So much so, it’d almost be a shame to clean it off, like a bizarre historical record art form.
Public transportation is by far much better than other places we have visited (even Canada).
Ireland is very conservation minded, although there is a slight ball dropping when it comes to plastic cola bottles; all around I was quiet impressed (though it did take us about 5 minutes to figure out how to work the lights, hah).
Irish customs authority = awesome. American customs authority = holy crap on a stick, do they need to unclench.
Gardai (police) presence is very impressive, probably because they can afford it not having to buy guns and all, and they were very polite, though I noticed they seem to concentrate in central Dublin and be rarer in the outlying areas (likely due to the holiday and Queen’s visit).
We had a terrific holiday, can’t wait to go back when our son is older now that we know a little more and can prepare appropriately (this was our scouting mission, hah).