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What captivity has been to the Jews, exile has been to the Irish. For us, the romance of our native land begins only after we have left home; it is really only with other people that we become Irishmen.
— Irish people
What captivity has been to the Jews, exile has been to the Irish. For us, the romance of our native land begins only after we have left home; it is really only with other people that we become Irishmen.
Stony seaboard, far and foreign, The last of Europe's stone age race.
Every Irishman has a potatoe in his head.
I never touch a drop when I'm happy. But it's a well-known fact that Irishmen are never happy.
The Irish are not in a conspiracy to cheat the world by false representations of the merits of their countrymen. No, sir, the Irish are a fair people—they never speak well of one another.
