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-the Greens of Africa's Foot-

IF IN IRELAND I WAS TO STAY

   I SURELY WOULD HAVE A GO AND TRIED

   THAT BLARNEY-STONE TO KISS WITHOUT DELAY

   SO THAT I TOO THAT GIFT OF THE GAB BE ENDOWED

   THAT EMERALD ISLE ARE SO WONT TO BOAST

   O'ER HOW MANY SHADES OF GREEN THERE WAS

   BUT NE'ER HAVE THEY BEEN TO THE FOOT OF AFRICA'S COAST


   WHERE ALL FOUR OF THE SEASONS PAUSE

   TO SHOW OFF ALL THE GREENS FROM THE MASTER'S BRUSH

   THAT CAN THE IRISH HUES EMBARRASSMENT CAUSE

   WHEN GLIMPSED, THE HUNDREDS OF PIGMENTS VERDANT FLUSH

   BLUE, YELLOW, GOLD, PALE GREENS ON BIRDS, TREES, FLOWERS AND SNAKES

   GREENS FROM VALLEYS, HILLS AND DOWN TO COASTAL SEA-GREEN

   DIFFERENT COLOURS, TINGES AND TINTS ALL GREENS OF DIFFERENT MAKES


   HERE WHERE MY LOVE AND I HAVE CHOSEN TO STAY

   AMIDST ALL THE ABUNDANCE OF NATURES GREEN ARRAY

   WHERE PEACE AND ORDER STILL RULES THE DAY

   AND THE WORLDS TRAUMAS HAVE PASSED US BY

   BECAUSE THERE'S NO WHERE FURTHER SOUTH ONE CAN FLY

   SO OTHER LANDS THEIR PAINTED DYES ONTO US TRY AND LAY

   BUT THE MASTER ARTIST HIS FINAL STROKE HERE AT THE FOOT DID PLY.

                        



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