St Patrick's Day

Are not Irish Eyes always smiling? IN the Blamey at the stone – at the family pub, celebrating life’s cheering, brawling, grinning, deeply etching proud ethnic tone – in the lilt of his sweet tenor; even in the brave sorrows, those many fallen heroes of war both near and far -- blue as the deepest sky, the even deeper tears, the royal azures of our stars -- surely eyes are brightly smiling, for no stouter hearts have times born – in the darling twinkles, that steal hearts blissfully away, merrily along – where the lass I kissed in the meadow, the sweet child that comes to me her giggling shamrock song -- allow those eyes forever shine! Let such hearts lift a glass give fond toast and riotously play -- God cherishes His brawny Irish Even in heaven, all are Irish today.