The Irish

The Irish have music and Guinness and tweed And bright green land dotted with sheep. There isn't much more that a person could need But some friends, food and someplace to sleep. There's lots of tradition awaiting to feed Both the body and soul, which runs deep From the ancients to now and that Gaelic-born seed Nestles just like their tea, there to steep. I'm enjoying the Guinness and music, which lead To a memory bank I will keep In my mind to tap into, for it's guaranteed That some smiles to my face will then leap.