Oh the flames went up the chimeney
they danced a merry tune
O'Neill was playing the fiddle
and Murphy was on the spoons.
The women folk were making stew
and the childer they were hopping
and when they later went to bed
the adults began a suppin.
O'mally told an auld tale then two
and Larkin began to cry
and everyone else joined in
'till there wasn't one dry eye.
He told of Irelands great hunger
and how all the poor had died
and how the rich got richer
and why the Brits had lied.
There came a toast for Erins dead
and raised their mugs times four
another for the uprising...
Also Biddy Logan, the dirty ole village whore...
Then one for Mr so and so
and ten more for the geriatrics
not forgetting a toast
for their gatthering of Saint patrick.
Sure wasn't it the afternoon
when they arrived at Mary kate's half door,
and all the cocks were crowin'
when they bedded down on the floor.
All in all the craic was great
and that auld stew pot it was empty,
but the best thing on that St Paddy's day
was that the drink
was flowin'
plenty.
Adding your comment:
Makes me wish for Ireland even more!! 
And I'm also wishing you the best in the contest!! 
Thank you for sharing your warm and light-hearted St. Patrick's Day toast with all of us!! 
Peace, love, hugs, 
xx Cyn 
