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Susan K. Rowse
Poem

Tis Green'n of the Irish

Tis the Top O' the Marn'n...a good day to all
Tis the St. Patrick's Day greet'n for the big and the small
Tis green and tis growing on beards and the dog
Tis fountains a flow'n and even the grog
Tis green beer and eyebrows and pointed tall hats
Tis fur of the animals...not too many cats
Tis beads and tis music...a jig for the crowd
Tis booming that echoes with laughter that's proud
The Irish have grown with this great green day
Grumps that aren't Irish are suddenly gay
They've adopted the brogue...an O fore their name
Like Rowse is O'Rowse then more of the same
Tis Shaunassey O'Scwartz and Katey O' Wurtzburg
Tis Brian O' Trier and Rosie O' Bainburge
Tis wee little ones with ears out to here...
Tis smiles with green teeth and green foaming beer
Tis mounted patrols and kilted bagpipers
Tis the lilt of a siren yelling from rafters
O'Malley...hey Shawn...Kelly and O' Doulle
Tis faint funny grins on silly old fools
Tis bands full of roar and sots with a tilt
Tis these ones...we hope...aren't wear'n the kilt
Tis green...yes tis green...tis Irelands great day
Tis Tara Fesh for families...tis gallant array
Tis The Luck of the Irish when rain turns away
Tis glorious...we're Irish...at least for one day.


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