May The Luck Of The Irish Be With You On St. Patrick's Day.....
In honour of St. Patrick himself......

There’s a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
‘Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
If'n yer 'ave a little o' the "green" running through yer veins, we'll be a'celebrating today.........

Who knows...we may be lucky enough to find a Pot O' Gold....

Be sure to say "Good Morn" to the wee fairies..........
Grab yer old walking stick.....
Cog over the fence....be careful now..
A little further up the lane......
Watch out fer the sheep.......
We'll rest and have a bite of lunch....
Will yer be having corned beef and cabbage ?
A nice piece of soda bread with that ?
What will yer be drinking .......Maybe a pint of Guinness ?
We'll be on to the shenanigans now.......

Glory be......












