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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