Irish Farewell
O'Rourke has left Ireland with all he owns in a knapsack.
He is going to America with sunshine at his back.
The Irish soil is dotted with potatoes now turned black.
O'Rourke has left Ireland and he is never coming back.
Amongst the rotting potatoes, a seed has begun to sprout.
On the stem shall a four leaf clover grow, surely there's no doubt.
Soon the rot will disappear. Ireland's luck will turn about.
But O'Rourke is gone for good. Raise a mug and give a shout.
Copyright © Hilda Greenhough | Year Posted 2024
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