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Back To Erin
BACK TO ERIN
I want to go back
to Erin. I want
to see that green
isle again.
I want to drink a pint
of the Guiness and a
shot of the Jamesons. On
that green isle again.
I want to pick the lucky shamrock
and feel the soft summer rain
back, on that green
isle again.
I want to hear the bodhran thump
and the fiddle squeal as I dance
another Ceili on that green isle
again.
I want to hear the tenor croon out
Danny Boy and belt out
Whiskey in the Jar, on that
green isle again.
Next year, when I retire,
I will board that Aer Lingus Airbus
and wing my way back to
that green isle again
Copyright ©
Oliver Mckeithan
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