Ode it Eire...

Sing along with me, now
words my forefathers knew
when your word was your bond
and your hand was the glue;
when you courted a lady,
won her hand straight and true
Ireland
oh, Ireland,
Land of the Brave
and True...

From the Lakes
to the Forests
to the Ruins in the Hills,
the Cairns and the Barrows,
locks of auburn hair
in the breeze
to the Cliffs 'long the seaside
to make you weak in the knees
Ireland
oh, Ireland,
just as pretty as you please...

So, come raise your pint
along with me now
to Freedom
and Music
and Ghosts of Poets
in the Air;
to the land of the Dreamers,
to the People without a care
Ireland
Oh, Ireland
May one day
the Lord
take me there...
          Jan. 15, 2015   1:45 pm