When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure 'tis like a morn in spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter, you can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy, all the world seems bright and gay,
And When Irish Eyes Are Smiling, sure, they steal your heart away.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling was penned by Chauncey Olcott and George Graff, Jr. and the Music was composed by Ernest Ball in 1912. The same year the Titanic maid its fatefull maiden voyage.

Although the song was written and composed by American citizens, (All three men were born in the United States) this song was a tribute to Ireland and its people.

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling is one of the most popular songs ever written today. It has been heard in many Irish movies and is the anthem for St. patricks Day coming up March 17th.

My advice, come march 17th, wow your friends and learn more than one verse of the song.

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An Irish Fist Fight

Paddy O'Brien walks into a his favorite pub looking like he'd just been in a mighty brawl.
Paddys arm is in a sling. His nose is broken.
His face is cut and bruised and he's walking with a limp.
The bartender Shamus pours Paddy a Guinness and asks Paddy, "What the devil happened to you?"
Paddy exclaims, "Jamie O'Conner and me had a fight."
Shamus is stunned telling Paddy, "That wee little of a man, O'Conner!" "He could not have done that to you. He must have had something in his hand."
Paddy looked up from his Guinness and says, "That he did." A shovel is what he had, and a terrible beating he gave me with it."
The bartender asked, "Well," did you not defended yourself then? Did you not have something in your hand?"
Paddy sais, "That I did Shamus. That I did!" I had Mrs. O'Conner's breast in me hand, and a thing of beauty it was, but useless in a fight."

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Zombie Fortress In Ireland

Irelands Zombie Fortress

Downpatrick Head, County Mayo, a very popular sight seeing site. It is the location of an ancient church founded by St. Patrick himself. Legend has it that a chieftan refused to convert to Christiananity and St. Patrick struck the ground and the sea-stack you see in the picture formed. The chieftan was stranded on the sea-stack.

When the Zombie apocalypse occurs, (And it certainly will) this particular real estate is the perfect Zombie fortress. The sea-stack once supported life as an expedition found remnants of a hut, tools, and walls. Some simple supplies to stock the stack beforehand will allow your team to live Zombie free for a long time. When supplies do run out, using pulley ropes to lower yourself down to sea level, you can return to the mainland to reload supplies.

Even if your fortress is found out by zombies or humans, the sea-stack is easily defended. Zombies cannot climb and any people wanting to loot your possessions will find it impossible to gain access.

I'm forulating my survival supply list now.
1- Guinness beer.
2- Soda bread.
3- Irish stew.
4- Irish whiskey.
5- More Guinness beer.

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How To Properly Wear Your Irish Green Bikini

With St. Patricks day just a few days away, many women are writing in to the Grassy Knoll Institute for advice on how to properly wear an Irish green bikini. We kindly obliged.

The video above featuring Caitlin O'Connor wearing a Beach Bunny bikini is all the advice and help you will need.

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Irish Mental Hospital

As we all know, Ireland has very good medical care including facilities for the mentally challenged.
Just the other day I found myself in the fine city of Dublin walking through the quaint streets and avenues. I came across a mental institution. As I continued to walk past the facility I noticed that many patients were out on the lawn enjoying the mild weather.

All of a sudden I heard the patients start to shout the number 13 over and over again. 13...13...13... Intrigued and being a bit of a busy body I stopped to investigate. However the picket fence surrounding the facility was to high for me to see over. Looking at the fence I spied a small gap in the wood allowing me to bend down and peer through.

Just as soon as I had myself positioned to see, I was poked in the eye with a stick from the other side of the fence. As I was getting up off the ground I heard them all yelling 14... 14... 14...

Luckily there was a eye care center next door. It was doing a brisk business. I took a number, it was 13.

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