by Dr. Rick McGrath, Ph.D.
In my far and away ancestral land
Across the blue sea in ole Ireland
Great grandpa wished on a leprechaun
He loved to fish in this ole Irish pond.
Across that big blue sea an isle green
Other sites more beautiful it would seem
Natures hidden beauty a wonderful kind
In the ole land of green not hard to find.
Stories of shamrocks and pots of gold
The ole Irishman the stories they told
He loved a wee touch of whiskey
His poor wife when he got frisky.
No place like the land of ole Ireland
Breathtaking sites all across the land
If you find the ole man’s pot of gold
Leave it, it’s cursed and makes you old.