Tuesday, March 13, 2012

IT’S MARCH 17th……

ALL IRISH EYES ARE GLASSY FROM BEER
AND THE PUB IS NOISY WITH CHEER,            
A REEL IS PLAYED                                      
AND BLARNEY RELAYED,                              
OH, I WISH I WAS IRISH, MY DEAR!

ALL IRISH ARE LUCKY, THEY SAY,              
GOD-FEARING, HARD-WORKING AND GAY.     
IN THE PUB THEY DO FIGHT,              
STAGGER HOME THEY THEN MIGHT, 
BUT SUNDAY, IN CHURCH THEY ALL PRAY.

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