There are two main types of Irish people, real ones (about 7 million of them) and Plastic Paddys (everybody else). Plastic Paddys tend to wear silly things like green paper hats and wear shirts that with the words "Kiss me, I'm Irish" on St. Patrick's Day. Nice try Mr. Pretend Irishman, I'm not kissing you, you've had too much to drink. Sober up and call me in the morning, here's my card, we will see about your kiss then. You're probably Polish anyway.
I am really looking forward to the day when St. Patrick's Day becomes popular in Ireland, I think they would celebrate it in style over there. In the meantime, let's listen to a very popular song, written by an Englishman who had never set foot in Ireland, and sung by three fellows from Wales (nobody can sing like Welshmen). If this song brings a tear to your eye, don't be ashamed, it's just the Irish person inside of you longing to go home. Either that or it's just a great song.