I Wish I Were Irish

I Wish I Were Irish For the gift of gab, the blarney stone I’d kiss Upside down by ankles dangling, I’d do this A story-teller I’d surely be Risking life and limb ‘tis me To spew flattery among every laddy and miss Like the pirate queen Grace O’malley of seafaring clans Before she sheard her long hair and designed plans Emerald eyes and strawberry blond locks Lads swoon by the dozen in flocks I’ll be in the Dunguaire Castle made by the O’Hans Plow through O’Conners novel “The Last Hurrah” Party on Paddy’s Day, shoutin’ Erin Go Braugh! Feast on authentic Irish lamb stew While swilling pints of Guinness brew Peddling my bike up the mountain, of Ballyhoura I’d sing "Carrickfergus" an Irish folk song Become a Celtic flutist and chime along A tenor belts out “Galway Bay” “Danny boy” heard at the pubs all day Riverdancing through the heather all night long