♫I Wish that I was Irish♫

I don't know what I was thinking....or not thinking....LOLI forgot to post this poem/song of my mom's.I hope you will ignore the really bad attempt at painting a saucer, I have since figured it out.  LOL

Oh I wish that I was Irish,

And that I was born that way;

I’d kicky up my heels and celebrate,

On their St. Patrick’s Day.

I’s sport the wearing of the green,

And get others to sing along;

We’d all join hands and dance the jig,

To some dear old Irish song.

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But I guess I’ll have to face the facts,

The truth I’ll have to see;

I was born on the Isle of Newfoundland,

I’m just an Irish wan-a-be.

I can sing Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra

And Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Lis;

Kiss the Blarney stone, drink Irish Cream

And sing Irish Lullabies.

Though I’m proud to be a Newfie,

And I sing old Newfie songs;

And when they strike up “Oh Canada”

I faithfully sing along.

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I’ve searched and searched my family tree,

For my roots, from wentz hey haled;

But me fathers came from England

And me mothers came from Wales.

I bought myself a Shillelagh,

And I pinned my Shamrock on;

And I thought I’d found a pot of gold

When I married a Leprechaun.

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By: Bernice Patterson

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