Covered In Clovers
Covered in Clovers
With a green pen I scratch out this holiday cheer,
as I chug down another pint of Guinness Green Beer.
Reminiscing with compatriots from our ancestors country of old,
the unconquerable island surrounded by waters of aquamarine cold.
All our blarney and boisterousness of our Irish Ancestors comes out,
no matter what kind or how much beer is consumed pale ale or stout.
Pretending like we we're in a pub in lovely downtown Dublin, Ireland,
acting up like the fools, dontcha wanna know these crazy men?
There's no place on earth as beautiful for I've searched the world over,
Not one place can compare to this island meadow all covered in clovers.
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