JDC World of Poetry - The hallowed memories of the Irish spirit lives forever revisited each St. Patrick's Day
Tis the Irish Way: Forever Ireland and the Wearing of the Green
Dampness of buckets of Irish dew over the Emerald Isle
Green, White and Orange, for thousands of years
A medley of Celtic eloquence, songs and a bit of the blarney
Of mysteries and fun days on the medieval streets of Kilkenny
Of fought-for lands of our fathers where the cannons once roared
The Ancestry of me Irish Heritage and gift of me inheritance
Tis the Irish way: "Erin Go Bragh," Forever Ireland
And the wearing of the green
Among the meadows me heart lies in the beauty of Ballyheigue
Where Irish eyes roam of dance and song in a County Kerry fling
From Donnybrook of me manly days and rowdy fairs to Galway Bay
To the rocks of Innisfree my heart wanes not, for an old Irish song
I love the mountains of Mourne down to the sea where I was young
Of heather and white clover over the hill to County Mayo
From the bogs of Allen and the moonlight trance of Irish Moors
The jigger jigged, a song and a dance and the fiddler's fiddle
My heart dances and I dream, as the spirit of Ireland lingers within
Of Blarney Castle kisses; marbled treasures of Connemara by the sea
Of Emerald Isle travels on angels wings, and childhood memories
Of what it means to be an Irish boy in a land of heavenly dreams
A bit of the morn and, a bit of the Guinness
The dream of the green and "red-headed" lassies
A walk through the lush grass of woodland dells
Brings a tear to me eyes and joy to me heart as I dream
Of heather breezes and the races of Kildare and,
The magnificence of the beauties who race the wind there
Tis the Irish Way: "Erin Go Bragh," Forever Ireland
And the wearing of the green
I dream of shamrocks, bridal bouquets and boutonnieres
An Irish wedding, a rowdy night and love of an Irish colleen
Of pastoral beauty of Donegal shores and moonlight over Derry
The magic of Old County Down, my Brigadoon and him himself
The soul of Ireland I see in me youth, in dreams and a tale or two
Of the rover I am; my heart that shall always return to me Irish home.
Of dreams of mischievous pranksters, tipping a jug or two
A wee terror, in a hat of green and a duidin puffer too
Fiddle Dee Dum, Fiddle Dee Dee it's me a Kerry dancing
I'm rich as I can be, and you'll never be able to catch me
I dare ya to battle wits, for I'll always win you see
Fiddle Dee Dee for I am a Leprechaun terror and wee
When the road rises to meet me and the winds push me on
I'll think back to an enchanted land and the wearing of the green
Oh! the joy of life, family and friends, a dram of the Guinness
Love of a spirited maiden, and Gaelic lullabies of me Ole Irish home
I shouldn't be challenging the good Lord himself, but if he please,
Rather than take me by the hand may he let me stay
In the warmth of Irish laughter and the Country of my dreams
A musical heaven of green across the Irish Sea.
Tis the Irish Way: "Erin Go Bragh," Forever Ireland
And the wearing of the green!
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