Tis the Irish In Me...

You'll not see determination like it... this spirit sailed across seven seas... even as a child I fondly recall it... I knew I was different... for what I believe... for instance rich kids down the road for their Christmas a trampoline they received... they refused me entry... so I took to hills... walked off all disharmony... whilst up there I found a bog in it a dead cow lodged... this cow bloated like any fair ground balloon could be... so I climbed aboard her and I bounced all day... cost me nothing my soul in tact... ...thinking back...lucky the old cow didn't burst or crack... it's the universe you see the higher power understands watches over me... I often think of that day... the spirit of the poor... is rich... Where there is a will there is a way. anyhow those same kids they got tired of jumpin up and down... so they came to our house we teamed up played rugby instead... for I knew from an early age as young as five it is not t'ings that bring fulfillment... it is other people and love that bring us this full of life...that we feel inside... Tis the Irish in me... this spirit I believe... the spirit that sailed seven seas ...the spirit from above Tis the Irish in me...