My Irish derivation has nothing to do with me. Why should it?
I had that stubborn streak, the Irish in me I guess.
The Irish are never at peace but when they're fighting.
Many people die of thirst but the Irish are born with one.
Yelling Irish, you can sound like an angry Leprechaun.
I'm Irish. That means I'm Catholic. But, truth is, now I'm a retired Christian.
My dad's Irish music was such a huge influence.
Most of my jokes are racist - usually about the Irish.
You think the Welsh are friendly, but the Irish are fabulous.
We play our Irish songs a bit more loosely.
To marry the Irish is to look for poverty.
I've had Irish skin from the time I was a young girl.
Being Irish is very much a part of who I am. I take it everywhere with me.
Yancy is actually a Native-American name, but I'm Irish. Go figure.
It is a symbol of Irish art. The cracked looking-glass of a servant.
I miss Irish milk. Probably not as much as Superquinn sausages.
Our Irish blunders are never blunders of the heart.
I come from a long line of staunch Irish Catholics.
My dad lives in Sicily, so I'm half Italian and half Irish - it's a fiery combination.
I grew up in a predominantly Caucasian neighborhood, but my mom is Filipino-Spanish and my dad is Irish.
I like Guinness, and that will make anyone Irish. That and soda bread, and I'm good to go.
