Behind the tinseled shamrocks you will see
There hides a profound history.
An island tale from the land so fair
So much deeper than a mug of green beer
Lilting words are charming, but burden is high,
And here’s a part of the why:
While sampling corned beef and cabbage
P’raps learn about the land Cromwell ravaged
Mighty Cu Chulainn, alas, an aeon late,
To spare fair Eireann this fate.
From waves of invaders the Celts did slay
Come the Red and Black Irish you see today
Through the religious apartheid,
Internecine hatred a mile wide.
And those who flew the great potato famine is why—
Got to read the signs: “Irish need not apply.”
So visit the Moors and castles, should you get a chance
Lift a glass, if you do, and learn the dance.
For despite the travails of this fair nation,
Some think we Irish saved civilization!
Copyright © Tom Quigley | Year Posted 2016
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