and now for a bit of Irish poetry
It were in da dark around Black Rock hit be,
along da moonless nights on da Irish Sea,
where smugglers took out ta kegs o whiskey
‘n brought hin French crates ‘o guns ya see
Fearing ta chance ‘o a watching Orange spy
ta coast we’d ‘unt fer day an’ night
ta prevent them a taking all wit sword or lie
we’d stand ta keep our bloody Irish Rights
Damn ta English King, ‘n damn ‘is lies
fer ‘e’s not mine ‘n on dat I swears
its ta many who ‘as lost hall ‘n died
‘n freedom’s fer ‘im who ‘as guts ta dare!
Awww, good ol’ Irish Poetry! Good to see you too, my friend.
w00t!