A WILD IRISH ROSE
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I knew when the lads walked in the pub door,
The music would start and they'd have the floor,
I'd kiss them all and give them a wee hug,
Fit right in, snug as a bug in a rug.
Sure as the river flows through Killarney,
They were destined to give me blarney,
Sing songs an' more, do a jig I'd pity,
Get chased all the way through Limerick City.
Now it's nothing worth bragin' about,
Me sit'n here drink'n my Guinness Stout,
Waitin' on four-leaf shamrock'd lads to show,
Just how much they like my sweater's green bow.
Celebrating St.Patrick's comes naturally,
Still it could be debated factually,
Since Auntie was the only Bonnie Lass,
Who'd kiss the lads freely and take a pass.
My English aunt said the night was slumming,
My French aunt called it naive and numbing,
My Baltic cousin shrugged like a stoic Swede,
But me, I love it, a Yankee of mixed breed.
Tis true when I'm in Dublin's Fair City,
Lads welcome me and tell me I'm pretty,
Lend me their poignant songs so sweet and low,
Simple Irish lullabies I love so.
Between songs we raise lagers, ales and stouts,
And recall what our lives are all about,
Hug and put our arms around each other's,
Cuddle up tight like long lost blood brothers.
We sway and croon "My Wild Irish Rose,"
Smile for photo shots, strike a careless poise,
Half-lit, we mess the words up and sing out,
And scarcely a drinker does pause and doubt.
"My mother and my father sang with me,"
I tell this guy, "in a three part harmony."
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ra, hush now don't you cry,
"Don't you know, that's an Irish Lullaby?"
"Pray tell, are your Irish Eyes A Smiling?"
He asks, "Is your number on speed-dialing?"
I wonder if he could turn out all right,
Put his hand in mine, end this awful blight?
"Danny Boy, how's things in Glocca Morra?
I hear you leaping Brook and Aunt Cora,"
You slur and say, "That's not right is it?"
I laugh and say, "No, but I love the wit!"
We toasted the Irish Anthem with green beer,
Asked St. Patrick for still another year,
Stood round the stage to fondly recall,
Sharing a bit of love, having a ball.
Then I took you home with me for the night,
We laughed and teased about our mutual plight,
Danny Boy bedding a Wild Irish Rose,
Lovers content, call it a night and doze.
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Copyright 2011
A. Babe Madison
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