The Emerald Isle

I'm going to fly, and see Ireland, The Emerald Isle, My ticket's in hand. Visit in a pub, drink pints awhile. Joke with the Locals, carouse, laugh and smile. Eat real Irish stew, brown wheaten bread too. Then go explore, old castles of yore. It's a must to make merry, in walled London Derry. All Through Halloween, the Ghouls intervene. Walk in fields of Heather, A Musky purple scene. Fragrance light as a feather, Pristine and Serene. Stay there at Galway, for a few days. Fish in the river, or on the bay. Have to see the Blarney, and give it a big kiss. Wish for some good luck, but that's hit or miss. I'm going to fly, and see Ireland. The Emerald Isle, Spend time with Old Friend's.