Some ‘Green Day’ factoids and toasts in honor of me late grandmother who, like Guinness stout, Harp lager, and G.B. Shaw, was a great Irish export.
Happy St. Paddy’s Day!
Five Factoids About St. Patrick’s Day
1. St. Patrick’s real name was Patricius, and historians believe he was born in either Wales or Scotland.
2. The original color associated with St. Paddy’s day was blue instead of green.
3. St. Patrick’s Day was alcohol-free holiday in Ireland until the mid-1970s.
4. The shamrock was intended by St. Patrick to signify the Holy Trinity, not the luck of the Irish. He also created the Celtic cross, which is a combination of pagan and Christian symbols.
5. A pint of Guinness Stout, a staple of Irish drinkers on St. Paddy’s Day, has fewer calories than a pint of low-fat milk or orange juice.
A Random Sampling of Irish Toasts (for anyone who’s toasted to use):
Here’s to health,
fitness and tone
I’ve drank to health
So many times
I’ve managed to
ruin my own.
May we get what we want,
May we get what we need,
But may we never get what we deserve.
In all this world, I do think
There are five good reasons why we drink:
And lest we be dry,
And any other reason why.
May the winds of fortune caress you,
May you sail a gentle sea.
May it always be the other guy
who says, “this drink’s on me.”
Here’s to cheating, lying, stealing, fighting, and drinking:
If you cheat, may you cheat death;
If you lie, may you lie on a loved one’s breast;
If you steal, may you steal another’s heart;
If you fight, may you fight for what’s right, brother;
And if you drink, may you always drink
With friends and none other.
Though you may be a scoundrel
And a sinner times seven
May you get lost on your way to hell
And end up in heaven.
BTW, think corned beef and cabbage is a traditional Irish dish? Cabbage, yes, but corned beef is English. Read below.
By Frances Shilliday
I just want to put something straight
About what should be on your plate,
If it’s corned beef you’re makin’
You’re sadly mistaken,
That isn’t what Irishmen ate.
If you ever go over the pond
You’ll find it’s of bacon they’re fond,
All crispy and fried,
With some cabbage beside,
And a big scoop of praties beyond.
Your average Pat was a peasant
Who could not afford beef or pheasant.
On the end of his fork
Was a bit of salt pork,
As a change from potatoes ’twas pleasant.
This custom the Yanks have invented,
Is an error they’ve never repented,
But bacon’s the stuff
That all Irishmen scoff,
With fried cabbage it is supplemented.
So please get it right this St. Paddy’s.
Don’t feed this old beef to your daddies.
It may be much flasher,
But a simple old rasher,
Is what you should eat with your tatties.
Copyright 2004 Frances Shilliday.
Note: ‘Praties’ and ‘tatties’ are potatoes.