For they’re hangin’ men an’ women there for wearin’ o’ the Green.

We have always found the Irish a bit odd. They refuse to be English.

Anyone acquainted with Ireland knows that the morning of St. Patrick's Day consists of the night of the seventeenth of March flavored strongly with the morning of the eighteenth.

A best friend is like a four leaf clover: hard to find and lucky to have.

Saint Patrick was a gentleman, who through strategy and stealth Drove all the snakes from Ireland, here's a drink to his health! But not too many drinks, lest we lose ourselves and then Forget the good Saint Patrick, and see them snakes again!