| Apple |
When the apple is ripe, it will fall.
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Beer |
Ode to Beer Of
all my favorite things to do, The
utmost is to have a brew. My love grows for my
foamy friend, with each thirst-quenching elbow
bend. Beer's so frosty, smooth, and cold------
It's paradise----Pure liquid gold | Yes beer
means many things to me that's all for now -------I
gotta Pee
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For every wound, a balm.
For every sorrow, cheer.
For every storm, a calm.
For every thirst, a beer.
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In heaven there is no beer...
That's why we drink ours here.
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Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer-and another one!
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| Boxty |
Boxty on the griddle,
Boxty on the pan,
If you don't eat boxty
You'll never get a man!
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| Bread |
There is no memory of eaten bread |
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| Butter |
What butter and whiskey will not cure there's no cure
for
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| Long churning makes bad butter.
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| Butter is the oil of the heart
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| Cabbage |
It's no use boiling your cabbage twice.
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| Cherries |
Neither give cherries to pigs nor advice to a fool. |
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| Coffee |
Coffee for myself and tea for my wife
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| Colcannon |
Did you ever eat Colcannon
When 'twas made from thickened cream.
And the kale and praties blended
Like the picture in a dream?
Did you ever take a forkful
And dip it in the lake
Of the clover-flavoured butter
That your mother used to make?
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| Egg |
He'd offer you an egg if you promised not to break the
shell |
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| Fish |
There are finer fish in the sea than have ever been
caught |
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| Meat |
He who does not get meat will get great satisfaction from the
soup
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| One man's meat is another man's poison.
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Here's to the bull that roams through the wood,
and does all the heifer's so very much good,
for if it was nay for him, and his little red rod,
there'd be none of here could eat steak by God.
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| Milk |
In the Winter the milk goes to the cows horns |
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| Nuts |
You must crack the nuts before you can eat the kernel |
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| Parsnips |
Soft words butter no parsnips but they won't harden the heart
of the cabbage either |
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| Soup |
He who does not get meat will get great satisfaction from the
soup |
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| Tea |
Life is like a cup of tea,it’s all in how you make
it!
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| Coffee for myself and tea for my wife |
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| Trout |
A trout in the pot is better than a salmon in the
sea. |
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| Whiskey |
God invented whiskey so the Irish wouldn't rule the world!
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| What butter and whiskey will not cure there's no cure
for
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| Wine |
Wine lets out the truth.
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| The wine is sweet, the paying bitter
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| Yellow man |
Did you treat your Mary-Ann
To dulse and yellow man
At the old Lammas Fair at Ballycastle-Oh? |
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