I afraid that no one will love me

i afraid that no one will love me

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Island Ireland is an Internet guide to Irish art, culture and environment. Drink is the curse of the land. It makes you fight with your neighbour. It makes you shoot at your landlord– and it makes you miss him. If you want to know what God thinks of money, just look at who He gives it to! There never was the worse use made of a man than to hang him. An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy which sustains him through temporary periods of joy. The Irish forgive their great men when they are safely buried. You can accomplish more with a kind word and a shillelagh than you can with just a kind word. In every land, hardness is in the north of it, softness in the south, industry in the east, and fire and inspiration in the west.

He’s fit to mind mice at a crossroads. Tis only a stepmother would blame you. That’s a fine doorful of a woman. She has a tongue that would clip a hedge. The breath is only just in and out of him, and the grass doesn’t know of him walking over it. What would you expect out of a pig but a grunt? You might as well be whistling jigs to a milestone. Aw, that’s the tune the old cow died of. If that man went to a wedding, he’d stay for the christening.

That man would talk the teeth out of a saw. He bought every hair in her tail. He’d steal the sugar out of your punch. I felt it like a torchlight procession going down my throat. She burnt her coal and did not warm herself. He wouldn’t hit a hole in a ladder. That one suffers from a double dose of original sin. He is always in the field when luck is on the road. It’s a fine day for young ducks.

i afraid that no one will love me

i afraid that no one will love me