Once again, we're at the wearin' of the green, and while there are many fine sentimental songs of Ireland (who can forget Ronald Reagan and Brian Mulroney harmonizing on "When Irish Eyes are Smiling"?) our choices remain "Who Threw the Overalls in Missus Murphy's Chowder?" and "Wasn't It a Lovely Time That We had at Finnegan's Wake."
We plan to spend the day reading "Dubliners" and listening to Mary Coughlan (warning: a little dark).
But before we go, one or two Irish blessings:
"May the roof above us never fall in,
And the friends below it never fall out."
"May your troubles be less,
And your blessings be more,
And nothing but happiness,
Come through your door."
"May the saints protect ye,
And sorrow neglect ye,
And bad luck to the one
Who doesn't respect ye.
To all that belong to ye,
Long life to your honor.
And that's the end of my song for ye."
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