A Toast To Saint Patrick
Come fill your glasses to the brim with good ole Irish ale
Then listen to my story lads, it’s quite a stirring tale.
Our kith and kin were barbarous when pirates ruled the waves,
They’d terrorize the burly Brits then haul them off as slaves.
Our very own Saint Patrick, lads, hailed not of Irish stock,
And Irish raiders captured him which came as quite a shock!
Whilst forced to herd a flock of sheep for years on Irish sod
His life would change forever as he heard the voice of God.
And though he fled his master on a vessel homeward bound,
A vision brought him back to preach and Gospel truths expound.
So when ye wear your shamrocks, lads and hear the fiddlers play
A-drinking of your pint of stout upon Saint Patrick’s day,
And when ye dance an Irish jig and Gaelic pride do boast,
Remember dear old Paddy, boys, and drink to him a toast.
16.02.19
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Copyright © Wendy Watson | Year Posted 2019
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