Posts Tagged ‘St. Patrick’s Day’

St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2012

Image from the Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892


St. Patrick came, St. Patrick went,
And a — wae us;
We’ve lost a Saint that Heaven sent
To guard o’er us.
And when our isle will see him back,
No one dare say;
But a star o’er an Irish shack
Will shine some day.
So rise again, ye marble halls,
And wake ye ancient voice,
And sound again that Irish harp
That made our hearts rejoice.
And let our hornmen to the hills,
Our heralds o’er the sea;
To spread the news that he has come
To set auld Ireland free!

St. Patrick kind and Mary queen
Let them approach!
With all our fairies drest in green,
Drawing their coach;
And a white winged escort of doves
Fanning the air.
Oh! light is the crown of our loves
That they will wear.
So mount ye lords and ladies fair,
On chargers white as snow,
And ride ye to your Irish halls —
Your rights of long ago —
And if our hornmen ne’er return,
In Heaven then they’ll be,
To spread the news that he has come,
And set auld Ireland free!

416 Eighth street, Oakland, Cal.

Oakland Tribune (Oakland, California) Mar 16, 1906

My Land – Ireland

March 16, 2012

She is rich and rare land;
Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
She is a dear and rare land —
This native land of mine.

No men than hers are braver —
Her women’s hearts ne’er waver;
I’d freely die to save her
And think my lot divine.

She’s not a dull or cold land —
No! she’s a warm and bold land;
Oh, she’s a true and old land —
This native land of mine.

Could beauty ever guard her,
And virture still reward her,
No foe could cross her border,
No friend within it pine.

Oh, she’s a fresh and fair land!
Oh, she’s a true and rare land!
Yes, she’s a rare and fair land —
This native land of mine.

–Thomas Davis.

Edwardsville Intelligencer (Edwardsville, Illinois) Mar 16, 1892

St. Patrick: He Was A Saint So Clever

March 17, 2010


St. Patrick was a gentleman,
and came of decent people;
He built a church in Dublin town,
And on it built a steple.
His father was a Hoolagan,
His sister an O’Grady.
His mother was a Mulligan,
And his wife the Widow Brady.


Success attend St. Patrick’s fist,
He was a saint so clever;
He gave the snakes and toads a twist,
And banished them forever!

The Wicklow hills are very high,
And so’s the hill of Howth, air,
But there’s a hill that’s higher still,
And bigger than them both, sir.
I was from the top of that same hill
St. Patrick preached his sarmint
That drove the frogs into the bogs,
And banished all the varmint!

Success attend St. Patrick’s fist, &c.

Nine hundred thousand vipers blue
He charmed with sweet discourses,
And carved them up at Killadoo
In soups and second courses.
The blind worms crawling on the grass
Disgusted all the nation,
Till he opened their eyes and their hearts like wise,
To a sense of their situation!

Success attend St. Patrick’s fist, &c.

There’s not a mile through Ireland’s isle
Where the dirty creatures musters!
But there he put his dear forefoot,
And murdered them in clusters.
The toads went pop the frogs went slop,
Slap dash into the water.
And the snakes committed suicide
To save themselves from slaughter!

Success attend St. Patrick’s fist, &c.

No wonder that the Irish boys
Are all so brave and frisky,
For sure St. Patrick taught them that,
And the way of making whisky.
No wonder that the saint himself
Was handy at dishtilling,
fir his mother kept a shebe?n house
In the town of Enniskillen!

Success attend St. Patrick’s fist,
He was a saint so clever,
He gave the snakes and toads a twist,
And banished them forever.

Titusville Morning Herald (Titusville, PA) Mar 17, 1871

St. Patrick’s Day

March 17, 2009


The Shamrock of Ireland. — One day, St. Patrick was preaching at Tara. He was anxious to explain the doctrine of the Holy Trinity. The people failed to under stand and refused to believe that there could be three persons and yet but one God. The holy man paused a moment absorbed in thought, and seeing a shamrock peeping from the green turf exclaimed, ‘Do you not see in this simple little wild flower how three leaves are united into one stalk?’ His audience understood without difficulty this simple, yet striking illustration, to the inexpresable delight of St. Patrick. From that day the shamrock became the national emblem of Ireland.

Mountain Democrat, The (Placerville, California) Jun 5, 1869



Shamrock Mistaken for Watercress and Devoured by a Beer Drinker.

According to a story that is going the rounds a laughable and yet very annoying mistake was made in one of the saloons of this city on St. Patrick’s day. It is said that the proprietor had received from Ireland some shamrock which he placed on the bar so that any patron desiring to could have a sprig for his lapel. The courtesy was greatly appreciated by those who understood it, but unfortunately, according to the story, one man stepped in for some beer and, mistaking the shamrock for watercresses, cleaned the dish before his error was discovered. It was an expensive free lunch, but the mistake was one which could not be remedied and there was nothing to do but to grin and bear it. It is probably, however, that the man who made it will never again commit so grevious a blunder.

North Adams Transcript (North Adams, Massachusetts) Mar 19, 1897


THE editors of the Benton, Cal, Messenger and the Bodie, Cal., Standard have signed articles to fight a duel under the following rules and conditions: Time, St. Patrick’s Day; weapons, pitchforks; distance, 200 yards; stakes, six bit a side; gate money to go toward defraying the funeral expenses of the loser.

Nevada State Journal (Reno, Nevada) Mar 15, 1879