This one is from last year, and I still get a chuckle out of it, thinking about the inspiration for it. For five years, when I worked in South Boston, (U.S. Postal Zip Code 02127) Mass. I was privileged to experience St. Patrick’s Day at its best. On the day of the St. Patrick’s Day parade everyone in “Southie” is Irish regardless of your heritage.. If you are fortunate enough to be there today, ‘Cead Mile Failte’ .. A thousand welcomes..
But now, here’s a bit of a Bonus
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Now, Irish you’ll be
til the hours are wee
and you’ll speak with a brogue
just wait and see.
For you cannot resist
the charm and the beer.
And you’ll be Irish again,
this same time next year!
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Jake.
Saint Paddy’s Day
As sure as Saint Patrick
did drive out the snakes,
an Irishman raises
a glass and partakes,
of a drink to his name
and is likely to pray,
whilst wearin’ the green
on Saint Paddy’s Day.
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Oh, for sure they’ll all come
the O’Briens and Sheas
McCormicks, Delaneys,
and Casey and Hayes.
The O’Tooles and O’Rourkes
will come out no doubt,
and all in fine voice
once whetted, with stout.
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While the Donnellys and Conleys
Byrons and Dalys,
will all get their tune-ups
with shots of the Bailey’s.
But, ’tis not just the Irish
who’ll be wearin’ the green,
if you give a close look
you’ll see what I mean.
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There are Guidos and Pablos
and a few we’ll call “ski”
a Sven and a Yuri,
wearin’ green now, you see.
There are Grecians and Romans
and even some from Cathay,
but, all of them Irish
on Saint Paddy’s Day.
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Just imagine the brogues
you’ll be likely to hear,
from Rubinowitz or Rahjib
when full of green beer!
But one thing’s for certain
once they’ve gone their own way,
they’ll be Irish once more,
come Saint Paddy’s Day.
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Jack Downing
Feb. 2013
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