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Green Irish Sniffle |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Yes we're here Lots o' potatoes The villages and their stoops My leprechan with the friendly attitude And tha bits pocketed in his Pot O Gold Has a snare for a hand he does A bit of a dumpling even Our land,... lush, hills, green... Tis a fair place it is Tha gentle meadows where the winds stir the clouds *Sniff* aaah, You can almost smell the lucky potatoe croppers But tha best part is yet, On tha upper side of ur brow You forget the beer... The taverns and the brewerys ...the brawls Course the brawls are just in fun they are And then you got to salute our great, St Patrick, What a mark he left... As shure as your four leaft clover would Cheers to you on this, the great St Patricks Day John 12:25 He that loveth his life shall lose it; and he that hateth his life in this world shall keep it unto life eternal. |
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