Irish Alcoholic Treasures

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Irish peasants have for centuries used special recipes to help them stay healthy and to help them survive both illness ,the weather and other hardships.When mixed with traditional Irish hospitality good music and a warm fire they help to make a fine evening.

 

Health and long life to you, Land without rent to you The woman of your choice to you A long life, and may your bones rest in Ireland!

USQUEBAUGH, NO. 1
Usquebaugh is a strong compound liquor,
chiefly taken by the dram. It is made in
the highest perfection at Drogheda, in Ireland.
The following are the ingredients :
Take two quarts of best brandy, one-half
pound raisins, stoned, one-half ounce nutmegs,
one-half ounce cardamoms, one-quarter
ounce saffron, rind of one-half Seville
orange, one-half pound brown sugar candy.
Shake these well every day for at least fourteen
days, and it will at the expiration of
that time be ready to be fined for use.

USQUEBAUGH, NO. 2
Take one ounce of nutmegs, one ounce of
cloves, one ounce of cinnamon, two ounces
of the seed of anise, two ounces of the seed
of caraway, two ounces of the seed of coriander,
one-quarter pound of licorice root
sliced. Bruise the seeds and spices, and put
them together with the licorice, into the still
with five and one-half gallons of proof spirit,
and one gallon of water. Distill with a
pretty brisk fire. As soon as the still begins
to work to the nozzle of the worm, take
one-quarter ounce of English saffron, tied up
in a cloth that the liquor may run through
it, and extract all its tincture. When the
operation is finished, sweeten with fine sugar.
This liquor may be much improved by the
following additions: Digest two pounds of
stoned raisins, one and one-half pounds of
dates, one pound of sliced licorice root, in
one gallon of water, for twelve hours. When
the liquor is strained off, and has deposited
all sediment, decant it gently into a vessel
containing the usquebaugh. .

IRISH USQUEBAUGH 3
Stem 1 pound large raisins, add the zest of an
orange on lumps of sugar, bruise well, add 1/4
ounce each of cloves and cardamom seeds, and  1/2
a nutmeg, grated. Put in a jar, add 1/2  gallon of
brandy or light whiskey,  1/2 pound of rock candy,
and some brown coloring. Shake every day, and
in 2 weeks strain it and bottle for use. It is a
cordial, very old-fashioned.

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Whisky Punch

Serves 1 Ingredients:1 measure of Whiskey(uisce beatha-the water of life),2 teaspoons white sugar,4-6 cloves,2 slices fresh lemon,200 ml(7 oz.) boiling water.1. Put the Whiskey sugar,cloves and lemon slices into a strong preheated  glass.2.Pour on the boiling water and stir until the sugar has dissolved.

Version 2: 1 1/2 teaspoons brown sugar,3 cloves,1 slice lemon,1 jigger Irish Whiskey,boiling water.

 

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Irish Coffee-

 

Version 1-1 1/2 teaspoons sugar,Hot strong black coffee,1 jigger Irish whiskey,1 tablespoon whipped cream.Heat a stemmed whiskey goblet.Add the sugar and enough of the hot coffee to dissolve the sugar. Stir well. Add the Irish whiskey and fill the glass to within an inch ofthe brim with more very hot black coffee. Float the cream on top. do not mix the cream and the coffee. The hot whiskey-laced coffee is sipped through the velvety cream.

Version 2:1 teaspoon sugar,hot strong black coffee,1 jigger Irish whiskey,1 tablespoon double cream.Pour cream over a teaspoon held over coffee so that it floats on the coffee.

 

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Scalteen

1-2 teaspoons honey,2 tablespoons Irish Whiskey,1/2 cup hot milk. Blend honey and whiskey together and stir the mixture into hot milk.

Egg Flip

Version 1- 3/4 cup milk,1 egg yolk,1 teaspoon sugar,1 jigger Irish whiskey,grated nutmeg. Scald the milk.Beat the egg yolk and sugar together. Add the whiskey and pour the scalding milk on top.Add the grated nutmeg and serve in a heated glass. Version2-Make as above but fold in the stiffly beaten white of an egg before serving.

 

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Is deacair amhra`n a ra`dh gan gloine! Its hard to sing with an empty glass!

Irish Traditional Beverages

The Irish do not drink only that which is commercially available in the Pubs- Nor do they consume only alcoholic beverages-Their milk and cream is the best in the world, sometimes the local water contains the flavor of the ages and of the peat and Their tea is wonderful!-Here are some special beverages which are part of the folk tradition -they can be made at home for any occasion. See how many you recognize from Irish Literary sources! These you can make yourself at home in the old tradition.

 

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Ginger Beer

 

Ingredients: 1 1/2 ounces gingerroot,cut into 3 pieces,1 1/4 pounds sugar,1 tablespoon cream of tartar, 2 lemons peeled and thinly sliced,1 gallon spring water,boiling,1/2 ounce yeast,creamed with 1 teaspoon sugar. Instructions-Bruise the pieces of ginger to release the essence and combine in a large bowl with the sugar,cream of tartar and the peel and pulp of the lemons.Add the boiling water and stir well to dissolve the sugar,set aside to cool. When lukewarm, add the yeast . Cover the bowl with a clean cloth and set aside in a warm place for 24 hours. Skim strain and bottle the liquid making sure that the bottles are securely corked, consume after 3 days.

 

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Mulled Rum

Ingredients -(per Person) 1 1/2 ounces Jamacia rum,1 teaspoon brown sugar,3 whole cloves,stick of cinnamon,slice of lemon very thin.Instructions:combine all ingredients in an old fashioned glass or any thick 6-oz tumbler or pewter mug,warmed first by rinsing in scalding water. Add about 3 1/2 ox. boiling water, stir with the cinnamon stick. It is traditional to heat the drink just before serving by thrusting a hot poker out of the fire into the drink.

 

 

Elderflower Wine

Ingredients-1 quart elderflowers,1 gallon spring water,3 pounds white sugar,1 lemon juiced with the peel sliced thin,1 tablespoon active dry yeast,1 pound golden raisins .Instructions-On a hot summer day, gather the flowers from elder bushes -they should be in full bloom. Strip the flowers gently from their stalks and loosely pack a 1 quart container to measure the flowers to a stoneware crock large enough to contain all of the ingredients. In a large saucepan combine the water sugar and lemon peel.Boil for one hour, skimming from time to time. Pour the mixture over the flowers to scald them and stir well.When cooled to a little more than lukewarm add the lemon juice and yeast.Cover the crock with a clean tea towel,stir with a long wooden spoon daily for 7 or 8 days until fermentation ceases.Put the raisins into a wooden wine cask and strain the wine into the cask. Discard the flowers and the peel.Let stand in a cool place.Seal the cask after 24 hours and keep for 6 months before bottling.

 

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Ginger Wine

Ingredients-3 oranges,juiced,3 lemons,juiced,8 pounds brown sugar,3 egg whites beaten,1/4 pound fresh gingeroot,coarsely chopped,1/2 teaspoon yeast,2 bottles good gin or poteen.Instructions:Bruise the ginger and strain the orange and lemon juices. In a large noncorrodible pot combine 3 gallons of water with the sugar and egg whites and bring to the boil. Skim add the ginger and boil for 45 minutes -set aside to cool. When lukewarm,add the strained juice and stir in the yeast. Set aside to ferment for 3 days.Stir in the gin and pour all into a wooden cask, bung it up loosely. Bottle after 8 weeks and cork securely.

 

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Raise Your Glasses and call up the truth and wisdom of all of the Brave Celts who have gone before

The Toasts of Ireland May you be poor in misfortune Rich in blessings Slow to make enemies Quick to make friends But rich or poor, quick or slow, May you know nothing but happiness From this day forward
May the face of every good news and the back of every bad news be toward us
Like the goodness of the five loaves and two fishes, Which God divided among the five thousand men, May the blessing of the king who so divided be upon our share of this common meal
May the road rise to meet you may the wind be always at your back the sun shine warm upon your face the rain fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again may God hold you in the hollow of his hand
May the roof above us never fall in, and may we friends gathered below never fall out.
May the strength of three be in your journey.
May peace and plenty be the first to lift the latch on your door and happiness be guided to your home by the candle of Christmas.
In the New Year may your right hand always be strong
St. Patrick was a gentleman who through strategy and stealth drove all the snakes from Ireland Here'sa toasting to his health. But not too many toastings lest you loose yourself and then forget the good St. Patrick and see all those snakes again.
May there be a fox on your fishing hook and a hare on your bait and may you kill no fish until St. Brigid's Day.
The health of the salmon and of the trout that swim back and forward near the bulls mouth Dont ask for saucepan jug or mug down the hatch drink it up.
Here'sto you and yours and to mine and ours and if mine and ours ever come across 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.
May you have warm words on a cold evening a full moon on a dark night and the road downhill all the way to your door.
May there be a generation of children on the children of your children.
Here's that we may always have a clean shirt a clean conscience and a guinea in our pocket.
Here's a health to your enemies enemies.
Here'shealth and prosperity to you and all your posterity and them that doesn't drink with sincerity that they may be damned for all eternity.
Rye bread will do you good Barley bread will do you no harm, wheaten bread will sweeten your blood, oaten bread will strengthen your arm.
May you live to be a hundred years with one extra year to repent.
May I see you grey and combing your children's hair.
Health and long life to you, the woman of your choice to you,a child every year to you,land without rent to you and may you die in Ireland.
The health of the salmon to you a long life, a  full heart and a wet mouth.
May the grass grow long on the road to hell for want of use.
May the lord keep you in his hand and never close his fist too tight on you
 

From Irish Toasts by Charles Welsh, 1908

INTRODUCTION
Irish wit, Irish eloquence, Irish
patriotism, Irish hospitality, and the
Irishman's high admiration and respect
for woman are famous the world over.
This collection of Irish Toasts and
Sentiments contains the cream of it all.
Ready-witted as every Irishman is,
he will be glad to have this little reminder
of the right things to say on
the right occasion. Here are Toasts
Patriotic, Convivial and Humorous,
Toasts to Love, to Women and to
Friendship and a miscellaneous garland
of sentiments from which the
bright flowers may be plucked at will
or as the occasion serves.
And with all Irishmen all the world
over the compiler lifts his glass with
the sentiment we all so ardently love, "
Erin slain the gal go bragh!"

A greeting and a promise unto them
all we send;
Their character our charter is, their
glory is our end, -
Their friend shall be our friend, our
foe whoe'er assails
The glory or the story of the sea-
divided Gaels
One in name and in fame
Are the sea-divided Gaels.
A high Post to the enemies of Quid
Ireland.
All hail fairest land in Neptune's old
ocean !
Thou land of St. Patrick, my
Ireland agra !
Cold, — cold must the heart be, and
void of emotion

That loves not the music of Erin
go bragh!
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Americans and Irishmen — They
may differ as to whether the patron
saint of the latter had any hand in
driving out the enemies .of the former -
but in this they will agree — to
stand together and fall together, before
a hostile foot shall again be
placed on the land of their birth or
the land of their adoption.
And when at last in death we're laid
ashes to ashes gone,
When earth and faction cease for
us, and we are all alone,
The mantle that our mother spreads
above our grave I ween
Is still the color of our land, our
own sad, lonely green.

A priestly train, o'er the briny main
Shall greet my love,
And wine of Spain to thy health will
drain
My Ros geal dubh.
Arch of the ocean and Queen of
the West!
Be bold, united, firmly set,
Nor flinch in word or tone —
We'll be a glorious nation yet,
Redeemed — erect — alone!
Bless the country, say I, that gave
Patrick his birth,
Bless the land of the oak, and its
neighboring earth,
Where grow the shillelah and shamrock
so gree-n !

IVIay the sons of the Thames, the
Tweed, and the Shannon,
Drub the foes who dare plant on our
confines a cannon;
United and happy, at Loyalty's shrine,
May the rose, and the thistle long
flourish and twine
Round the sprig of shillelah and
shamrock so green!
Buried and cold when my heart stills
her motion,
Green be thy fields, sweetest Isle of
the ocean,
And thy harp striking bards sing
aloud with emotion,
Erin mavourneen ! Erin go bragh !
But come, fill up another cup,
And with every sup we'll say,

Here's dear Old Ireland!
Loved Old Ireland !
Ireland, boys, hurrah! "
But whether on the scaffold high,
Or in the battle's van,
The fittest place where man can die
Is where he dies for man !
Come! pledge again thy heart and
hand —
One grasp that ne'er shall sever;
Our watchword be — " Our native
land!"
Our motto — " Love forever! "
Daniel O'Connell — Athens boasted
of a Solon, an Aristides and a Demosthenes,
but Ireland beholds all their

great qualities combined in her favorite
son.
Daniel O'Connell: the enemy of
corruption, the champion of his injured
country and the defender and
asserter of its rights and liberties.
Dear Erin, how sweetly thy green
bosom rises,
An emerald set in the ring of the sea ;
Each blade of thy meadows my
faithful heart prizes,
Thou queen of the West, the world's
Cushla-ma-chree I
Down with the tyrants, and up
with the green and gold!

Erin the land of potatoes; may
it never lack butter-milk.
Erin the land of the brave and the
bold.
If
Erin ! thy silent tear shall never cease
Erin! thy languid smile shall ne'er
increase
Till, like the rainbow's light
Thy varied tints unite,
And form in Heaven's sight
One arch of Peace.
Erin's friend; may his name live
for ever.
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Flag of beauty, flag of splendor,
May old Erin's sons defend her
Till thy folds shall float above her

Free as shines the noonday sun:
Till the hated links that bind her
Shall with seorn be flung behind her,
Till fair freedom smiles upon her,
By her children's valor won.
God shield you, champions of the Gael,
Never may your foes prevail,
Never were ye known to yield
Basely in the embattled field.
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Here's the shamrock, the thistle, the
leek, and the rose,
And the four saints, for emblems,
which each of them chose,
Flourish long and live happy, like
sister and brother,
Since now all the four have married
each other.

Here is to old Ireland, her sons and
her daughters;
Here is to her emblem, the Shamrock,
I mean.
May the sun always shine on the
round towers of Erin.
That's a toast from the heart of an
Irish colleen.
Here's to the land of the shamrock
so green,
Here's to each lad and his darling
colleen,
Here's to the ones we love dearest
and most —
And may God save old Ireland ! That's
an Irishman's toast.
Hibernia — Steeped in her own tears
she never can get up ; — soaking

in whiskey, she must go down; —
but bathing in " coult wather " she
will get on " swimmingly."
Horticultural Experiments — May
the tree of freedom soon be planted
in Ireland, and may John Bull find
it as difficult to uproot as he found it
here.
I'm weary for old Ireland — once
again
To see her fields before me,
In sunshine or in rain!
And the longing in my heart when
it comes o'er me
Stings like pain.
In her cause I am willin' my veins
should run dhry,
And for Ireland's sweet sake I am
ready to die. S
Ireland ! Ancient Ireland !
Ancient! yet for ever young!
Thou one mother, home and sireland,
Thou at length hast found a tongue,
Proudly thou at length
Resistest in triumphant strength.
Ireland and America — May the
former soon be as free as the latter,
and may the latter never forget that
Irishmen were instrumental in securing
the liberty they now enjoy.
Ireland — St. Patrick destroyed its
creeping things of other days — may

his disciples speedily exterminate the
political reptiles of the present age.
Ireland: sympathy to her wrongs,
and a determination to redress them.
Ireland: the sister of proud England,
may she never be her bonded slave.
Ireland's harp all over the world.
Ireland's harp: may its chords
never be broken.
Ireland's immortal Shamrock : may
it be green for ever.

Irish heroes: and the apprentices
f Londonderry.
Irish Shillelaghs: may they never
break the head of a friend. *
Irishmen — The love of liberty will
burn in their bosoms as long as their
bright isle is washed by the ocean.
Justice to Ireland — A domestic
legislature alone can confer it; to
expect it from a London Parliament
is an idle dream, and we Irishmen, on
this side of the water, hope that full
restitution will be made for past injustices.

Land of my forefathers, Erin-go-
Bragh !
Buried and cold when my heart stills
its motion,
Green be thy fields, sweetest isle of
the ocean,
And thy harp-striking bards sing
aloud with devotion,
Erin Mavoureen! Sweet Erin-go-
Bragh !
Let all atone
For blood and groan,
For dark revenge and open wrong;
Let all unite
For Ireland's right
And drown our griefs in Freedom's
song.
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May the Cork of Irish freedom
float proudly on the waves of Irish
liberty.

May the day come quickly when
Great Britain will discover that Irishmen
are her stanchest friends, and
when Irishmen will learn that Englishmen
are their brothers.
May the Emerald Isle ever bloom
in the main, and only be trodden by
the foot of friendship.
May the Emerald Isle that grows
out of the sea
Flourish long in Prosperity, happy
and free.
May the Irishmen wear their grievances
till they are all re-dressed.

May the shamrock continue to
flourish, and ever be an emblem of
unity, charity, friendship, and love.
My blessing be on you, old Erin,
My own land of frolic and fun,
For all sorts of mirth and diversion
Your like is not under the sun.
0 Ireland, isn't it grand you look -
Like a bride in her rich adornin'?
And with all the pent-up love of my
heart
I bid you the top o' the morninM
Oh! the green land, the old land,
Far dearer than the gold land,
With all its landscape glory and
unchanging summer skies ;

Let others seek their pleasures
In the chase of golden treasures,
Be mine a dream of Erin, and the
light of Kathleen's eyes.
On one side is Virtue and Erin
On theirs is the Saxon and Guilt !
Peace and Prosperity to Ireland
Pearly are the skies in the country
of my fathers,
Purple are thy mountains, home
of my heart.
Mother of my yearning, love of all
my longings,
Keep me in remembrance, long
leagues apart.

Quick, quick, now, I'll give you, since
Time's glass will run
Even faster than ours doth, three
bumpers in one;
Here's to the poet who sings — here's
to the warrior who fights —
Here's to the statesman who speaks,
in the cause of men's rights.
Shannon's flowery
they bloom for ever. banks: may
She is a rich and a rare land,
Oh! she's a fresh and a fair land,
She is a dear and rare land -
This native land of mine. , -
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Slante gael go bragh!

Success to the Emerald Isle
Where Shillelagh and Shamrocks
abound,
May peace and prosperity smile
O'er the land and its natives around.
The anniversary of St. Patrick's
day: and may the Shamrock be
green for ever.
The birthplace of wit, and the home
of hospitality — Ireland.
The Descendants of Irishmen —
May they never forget the respect
which they owe to the land which
contains the ashes of their fathers.

The Emerald Isle — May her sons
and daughters resemble a field of
potatoes in full bloom, beautiful to
look upon; and when called on to
assist the distressed, may they, like
the roots, prove a real blessing to the
poor.
The everlasting Green for me;
And we for one another.
The green, oh the green, it's the
color of the true
To wear it far transcends in worth,
the orange or the blue,
Arrayed in brilliant blue above the
spreading sky is seen,
But the mantle of our mother earth
is still the glorious green.

The Heart of an Irishman — A
living monument of the kind and
generous feelings — while the hand
of Charity guides the stream, may
the hand of Wealth yield a perpetual
supply.
The homes that our fathers — our
childhood endeared —
That our memories cling to with
puling desire,
Shall be Ours — Ours again — and
the brave will be heard,
The long exiled brave — cheering
Sheela na guire.
The Irish - American — may his tribe
increase !
The Lads of the land of Shillelagh.

The queen of all islands is Erin,
the blest.
The savage loves his native shore,
Though rude the soil and chill the
air;
Then well may Erin's sons adore
Their isle, which nature formed so
fair.
What flood reflects a shore so sweet
As Shannon great, or pastoral Bann?
Or who a friend or foe can meet
So generous as an Irishman?
His hand is rash, his heart is warm,
But honesty is still his guide;
No more repent a deed of harm,
And none forgives with nobler
pride ;
He may be duped, but won't be dared—
More fit to practise than to plan;

He dearly earns his poor reward,
And spends it like an Irishman.
If strange or poor, for you he'll pay,
And guide to where you safe may
be;
If you're his guest, while e'er you
stay
His cottage holds a jubilee.
His inmost soul he will unlock,
And if he may your secrets scan,
Your confidence he scorns to mock,
For faithful is an Irishman.
By honor bound in woe or weal
Whate'er she bids he dares to do;
Try him with bribes — they won't
prevail;
Prove him in fire — you'll find
him true.
He seeks not safety, let his post
Be where it ought, in danger's van;

And if the field of fame be lost,
It won't be by an Irishman.
Erin! loved land! from age to age
Be thou more great, more famed,
and free;
May peace be thine, or, should'st
thou wage
Defensive war, cheap victory.
May plenty bloom in every field
Which gentle breezes softly fan,
And cheerful smiles . serenely gild
The home of every Irishman!
The Shamrock, the green immortal
Shamrock,
Chosen leaf
Of Bard and Chief,
Old Erin's native Shamrock.

Then let us be frisky> and tipple the
whiskey,
joys,
No country whatever has power to Long life to the land of dear liberty's
sever
The Shamrock, the Rose and the
Thistle, my boys.
Then here's their memory — may
it be
For us a guiding light,
To cheer our strife for liberty,
And teach us to unite!
Through good and ill, be Ireland's
still,
Though sad as theirs, your fate;
And true men, be you, men,
Like those of Ninety-Eight.

There's a dear little plant that grows
in our isle, '
Twas Saint Patrick himself, sure,
that set it;
And the sun on his labor
pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye
wet it.
It thrives through the bog, through
the brake, through the mireland;
And he called it the dear little shamrock
of Ireland,
The sweet little shamrock, the
dear little shamrock,
The sweet little, green little, shamrock
of Ireland.
This dear little plant still grows in
our land,
Fresh and fair as the daughters
of Erin,
Whose smiles can bewitch, whose
eyes can command,

n each climate that they may
appear in;
And shine through the bog, through
the brake, through the mireland:
The sweet little shamrock, the dear
little shamrock,
The sweet little, green little, shamrock
of Ireland.
This dear little plant that
from our soil,
When its three little leaves
extended,
Denotes from one stock we together
should toil,
And ourselves by ourselves be
befriended;
And still through the bog, through the
brake, through the mireland,
From one root should branch, like
the shamrock of Ireland,
The sweet little shamrock, the dear
little shamrock,

To the Country that gave St. Patrick
birth.
To the Irishmen in America! —
They have built our great public
works; they have constructed our
vast system of railways; they have
risen to place of power and eminence
in every walk of industry and in every
avenue which is open to brains and
pluck.
To the Shamrock, that never will
lose its emerald hue.
To our native land. Every one
loves it whether he was born there
or not.

True to his name, his country, and
his God,
Faithful at home, and steadfast still
abroad.' '
Truth for England and Justice for
Ireland. "
Well, here's thank God for the race
and the sod ! "
Said Kelly and Burke and Shea.
Wert thou all that I wish thee,
Great, glorious and free,
First flower of the earth,
And first gem of the sea.
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We've heard her faults a hundred
times,

The new ones and the old,
In songs and sermons, ranns and
rhymes,
Enlarged some fifty fold,
But take them all, the great and small,
And this we've got to say :
Here's dear Old Ireland,
Good Old Ireland,
Ireland, boys, hurrah!
What flood reflects a shore so sweet
As Shannon's sweet or pastoral
Pann?
Or who a friend or foe can meet
So generous as an Irishman?
When Erin first rose from the dark
swelling flood,
God blessed the green Island, and saw
it was good;

The em'rald of Europe, it sparkled
and shone -
In the ring of the world the most
precious stone.
In her sun, in her soil, in her station
thrice blest,
With her back towards Britain, her
face to the West,
Erin stands proudly insular on her
steep shore,
And strikes her high harp 'mid the
ocean's deep roar.
Yes! Ireland shall be free,
From the centre to the sea;
Then hurrah for Liberty!
Says the Shan Van Vocht.

Beimedh a gole ! (
Let us be drinking.)
A glass is good, a lass is good,
And a pipe to smoke in cold weather.
The world is good and the people are
good,
And we're all good fellows together.
Be the whiskey ever near thee, thro'
the day and night, '
Tis the cordial for all ages,
Every evil it assuages
And to bards and saints and sages
Gives joy and life and light.
Bird of the North! By instinct fine
You sought a perfect sea.
And we to-night from sparkling wine
Will make that place for thee!

No longer seek the rippling brine,
Or haunt the marshy waste,
But dip your wing in drink divine,
With celery to your taste.
Bird of the blest, a choicer wave
Flows o'er our goblet's brim,
And in it you shall sweetly lave,
And in it you shall swim!
No more the waters beat your breast,
Your tired wings brave the sky,
But you shall have eternal rest,
And float hi " Extra Dry."
But send round the bowl, and be
happy awhile —
May we never meet worse in our
pilgrimage here
Than the tear that enjoyment may
gild with a smile —
And the smile that compassion
can turn to a tear.

 

COME ANY TIME

Come in the evening, or come in the morning —
Come when you're looked for, come without warning;
A thousand welcomes you'll find here before you !
And the oftener you come the more I'll adore you t
 

— Old Irish Toast

Irish Toast.

" Here is that ye may never die nor be kilt till ye break your bones over a bushel o' glory."