“For Boston, for Boston, we sing our proud refrain!
For Boston, for Boston, ’tis wisdom’s earthly fame!
For here all are one and our hearts are true,
And the towers on the heights reach the heavens blue,
For Boston, for Boston, ’til the echoes ring again!
For Boston, for Boston, thy glory is our own!
For Boston, for Boston, ’tis here that truth is known!
And ever with a right shall our heirs be found,
‘Til time shall be no more and thy work is crowned,
For Boston, for Boston, thy glory is our own!”
165 days until the best day of the year. 165 days until I: wake up, greet St. Patrick, ditch work, get sloppy with the dearest of family and friends, eat breakfast, ride in the parade, crash the bar(s) (Celtic Tavern is usually the first and last stop, although one year I made it to McCormick’s), and thank God once again for giving us such a blessed saint! (Honestly. Not just because the world uses his day as an excuse to get trashed.)
2008 is a leap year, so there is one extra day to suffer through until we get to celebrate St. Patrick’s feast. 2012 (the year it would have been a Friday) is also on a leap year, which means St. Patrick’s Day won’t fall on a Friday again (as it did in blessed 2006) until 2017. Too bad. It falls on a Saturday in 2012 (as it did in 2007), which is always fun because the parade actually falls on the holiday.
Eireann Go Braugh!
There are many reasons for drinking;
One has just entered my head;
If a man doesn’t drink when he’s living,
How the hell can he drink when he’s dead?
I’ve drunk to your health in the pubs;
I’ve drunk to your health in my home;
I’ve drunk to your health so many times,
That I’ve almost ruined my own!