Celtic Through and Through
Celtic through and through
Irish from her tip to her toe
Ginger haired with verdent eyes
Her face is the map of Ireland
She must be from Dublin one guesses.
Another thinks she walked out of a rainbow.
She’s reputed to have lived with leprechauns.
The girl smiles to herself.
Being British and German, she feels smug
Because she has pulled a trick
on a shamrock maker
and the governor of Cork.
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