A Tip of the Hat To Saint Pat

The Luck of the Irish never fails, Whether Belfast or the Dublin scene. Their tried and true spirit prevails, Dressed to the nines in emerald green. Though past history seems so unfair, When cursed by unforgiving rule. Land and people fraught with despair, And burdened by laws ever cruel. Too many years they suffered the plight, Till the day they severed the ties. While rising tall for freedom's fight, Cut their tormentors down to size. Now one and all will surely agree, Either standing or kneeling to pray. Here's to an Ireland forever free, So raise a glass on St. Patrick's Day.