Ireland, it’s the one place on earth
That heaven has kissed
With melody, mirth,
And meadow and mist.
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- Ireland, sir, for good or evil, No other place under Heaven. And no man can touch its sod
- “The mind is its own place, and in itself, can make heaven of Hell, and a hell of Heaven.”
- Not in vain is Ireland pouring itself all over the earth. Divine Providence has a mission for her children to fulfill;
- Let us have wine and women, mirth and laughter,
- Bonne cuisine et bon vin, c’est le paradis sur terre
- Here’s to the women that I’ve loved and all the ones I’ve kissed. As for regrets, I just have one; that’s all the ones I’ve missed. Oh, womens’ faults are many, us men have only two:
- Here’s to all the women I’ve loved And all the ones I’ve kissed. As for regrets, I just have one: That’s all the ones I’ve missed
- To clink glasses of a freshly made, seasonal beer
- To the men I’ve loved To the men I’ve kissed
- Champagne’s funny stuff. I’m used to whiskey. Whiskey is a slap