Here’s how a proposal in Ireland might go:
Bring yer wan up ta an ould ruin, wait til it shtarts pi$$ing rain and she’ll be butther in yer hands, wha? Jus’ give her yer ould moth eaten jacket and din…propose.
“How would you like to be buried next to my people?”
or maybe, “Dim’s fine child bearin’ hips ya have on ya.”
or for those of you who are certain that you have found true love….
Shure in the name of the great God almighty how could she refuse ya?
Before I start getting hate mail, my mother and father who were very happily married used to joke about how my father proposed to my mother with the above sayings….it’s just a joke. So don’t start throwing the rotten tomatoes, yet.