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n life, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you are well or you are sick.
If you are well, there is nothing to worry about,But if you are sick, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will get well or you will die.
If you get well, there is nothing to worry about,But if you die, there are only two things to worry about—
Either you will go to heaven or hell.
If you go to heaven, there is nothing to worry about.And if you go to hell, you’ll be so busy shaking hands with all your friends
You won’t have time to worryA kind word never broke anyone's mouth.
A light heart lives long.
Better be quarrelling than lonesome.
Give away all you like, but keep your bills and your temper.
You've got to do your own growing, no matter how tall your grandfather was.
All happy endings are beginnings as well.
A woman can beat the devil.
This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever.
Sigmund Freud (about the Irish)
A toast:
"Here's to you and yours
And to mine and ours.
And if mine and ours
Ever come across to you and yours,
I hope you and yours will do
As much for mine and ours
As mine and ours have done
For you and yours!"
Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer—and another one!
Blessings to you:
May you live as long as you want,
And never want as long as you live
Always remember to forget
The things that made you sad.
But never forget to remember
The things that made you glad.
May the saddest day of your future be no worse
Than the happiest day of your past.
May the Irish hills caress you.
May her lakes and rivers bless you.
May the luck of the Irish enfold you.
May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you.
"Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind was bent on rambling to Boston I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed with the wind
When next I came to anchor at the rocks on Fairmount Hill
It was on the 23rd of June the day before the fair
When Boston's sons and daughters and friends assembled there
The young, the old, the brave, and the bold
Came their duty to fulfill
At the parish church on Thatcher, a mile from Fairmount Hill
I went to see old friends there, to see what they might say
The old ones were all dead and gone, the young ones turning gray
I met the broker Hughes, he's as odd as ever still
See I used to crash at his mother's house, when I hung on Fairmount Hill
I paid a flying visit to my first and only love
She's as white as any lily, and as gentle as a dove
She threw her arm around me saying, "Andy I love you still"
Oh, she's one miss Bazo Bailey, the pride of Fairmount Hill
I dreamt I'd fought a violent war for the hand of this darling gal
Against an angry jealous foe by the name of Danny Gill
The clock it rang in the morning, it rang both loud and shrill
When I awoke in California, many miles from Fairmount Hill."
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