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Irish Broth
I have been to Ireland Noticed the Colour Green Is predominant in the fields Where the produce is seen Besides the grand potato Of which Ireland is renowned The green bean that grows Put in a broth, will add the crown Amongst the variable farm stock Pigs, sheep and cows you’ll see The cows are at the foremost Phhew the smell meets me The aroma of the cows Brings tears to the eyes But the taste of the steaks Makes one drool I tell no lies So what have I got now Green beans, beef and Pots Sounds like ingredients For a fine Irish Broth. But I need some onions The finest in the crop Will have to travel to Spokane, to Isaiah plot A dash or two of pepper A pinch or two of salt A few herbs for good measure That’ll be a fine broth we’ve got After that hearty eating How about a jig Gather in the barn then Of Guinness we will have a swig. Dance to an Irish fiddler Whose fingers move so fast All the weight the Broth put on’ Will be a thing of the past.
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