Well now I know you’ve heard of the Black Irish
I don’t be thinking you had me in mind
But once a year I an me friends claim to be Irish
We even go to the pub drinking green beer that’s fine
Me one friend he’s not to bright, dyes his beard green
We all wear the emerald colors and sportin four leaf clovers
Plottin ways to catch that rascally leprechaun and his pot of gold
Before you know it we’ve had a ball drinkin and the night be over
Lets not forget me pot of gold and how it twould be spent
Me pockets be empty now twould be heaven sent
First comes payin bills and that’ll leave me almost broke
Then family and hearth well that might send the rest up in smoke
I can see them standing with their hands stretchin out
Maybe I’ll think about that one while I do some running about
I’d visit the Emerald Isle as if it was my home
And none of me friends will be getting not even a loan
Id buy em a drink maybe one or two okay three at least
Might even have the biggest baddest bloody great feast
Then I’d come back to my senses as St Patrick’s Day is gone
Feeling hung over and somewhat forlorn
Like I said before we’re Black Irish only once every year
Then “We’re Black and We’re Proud” its that darn Irish beer.
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On St. Pat's we all can wear green and share the imaginary pot of gold, and live a hopeless dream...good write...
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Thanking you for taking the time to comment. God Bless,Jo-Ann
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I love this, very well done
your words are brilliant.
good luck in the contest
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Thank you so very much for taking the time to read and leaving the kindness of your words. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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This was awesome! The last line had me rollin on the floor! Great work with this! Good luck in your contest!!!!
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Thank you my friend. God Bless, Jo-Ann
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