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                  patronEYES


  Are ye feelin' lucky?
  Me Irish eyes are smilin', as is the wee Lassie at
the end of the bar,
  I snocker three shots of scotch, another an it's nae
likely I be seein' that far.
  She's a beauty, a splittin' image of me late darlin'
Moira, Me treasure at rainbows end,
  I kin still see Her dancin' in the wildflowers, Me
stumblin' drunk after Her through the glen.
  We fell in Love as We lay in the clover, Her eyes a
misty blue,
  I passed out for naerie a minute, wakin' up alone in
the morning dew.
  She had nae left Me side for but a moment, Her
singing I heard in the flowers,Her beauty had struck a
pose,
  Moira Me Love, had picked Me a clover, and returned
to Me side, laughing as She tickled Me nose.
  Twas a four leaf clover She had picked, in Me heart
I knew I was the luckiest man around,
  I asked Her too make a wish , She smiled and said ,
"Do Ye have to drink so much?" and I dropped Me bottle
with naerie a sound.
  We married a few weeks later, happy beyond compare,
sober til the day She died,
  I held Her hand upon Her deathbed, too young to Be
so in pain, holdin' that Shamrock She found with
pride.
  That day I made a wish upon that clover, so sorry I
had nae done it before,
  My fondest wish was that She would be at peace, nae
sufferin' anymore.
  I buried Me lovely Moira within the glen, where We
found Our lucky charm,
  Planting clover over Her grave, for luck on Her
journeys in hopes She'd be protected from harm.
  So alone again without Her, I fell back into the
whiskey and ale,
  I sit here now in this lonely Pub, remembering Our
love, My face beginnin' too pale.
  I pass out for a moment, Me head upon the bar in
peace,
  When I awoke I found a four leaf clover within Me
palm, twas Moira I saw at the end of the bar, giving
Me hope for a new release.
  I stared at the clover and then at the shot glass,
sliding the bottle aside,
  I stumbled out the door, ne'er too drink again, a
solemn promise I'd made Me bride.