We Are Ireland

We may sometimes get a biteen drunk,

I mean, how do you think the Titanic was sunk?

Ah sure, I guess, we drink just a bit more than a pint o' Guinness,

Oh, and add some of our Irish Poitín - but less.

Some say the mighty Leprechauns descended from here,

With pots of rainbow gold and plenty of beer,

'Tis true, I think, but my whole life I haven't caught none,

Their running record is faster than Usain Bolt's one!

I admit our fields are as green as Shrek and Fiona's skin,

For all we know, they could be our kin . . . .

Our Patron Saint, you ask? Paddy's the man!

If anyone can get rid of snakes, Paddy can!

The world simply must admit he's pretty great,

Sure, a load of countries have a parade for him on the date.

I'm sorry (not really) but I'm afraid our weather isn't the best,

Certainly not the weather where you can wear shorts and a vest!

But at least it encourages us to appreciate the sun,

And who hasn't heard of singing and dancing in the rain for fun?

Ha, The Riverdance is one . . .

A few of our Stars: Sinead O'Connor, a great singer we honour,

Katie Taylor, the golden Olympic boxer,

Westlife and Boyzone, Ah Jayz pure sound those men,

And Niall Horan - the Irish lad in One Direction - was on The X Factor, um, when?

Father Ted and Mrs Brown, the characters we loved from the shows,

Bertie Ahern - Oh wait, sorry, he's on the list for our foes.

I think I'll end the Stars List with an et cetera,

I don't want to boast and the rest is just blah blah blah.

As you have heard - and possibly seen - we have the best fans ever!

No matter the score, we don't stop cheering/singing - never.

R.I.P. James Nolan, we'd really go as far as dying,

We have each others backs, 'tis the truth, no lying.

We are mostly referred to as friendly people (Ahem, and amazingly cool),

That is, when we aren't badly shteamed [Drunk], coming near us t'would mean you were a fool!

Awfully odd things can happen on this land that is wonderful,

Like years ago with them Giants who fought all the time 'cause life was dull,

And them poor Children of Lir that were cursed by their evil magic stepmother,

Who turned them into swans for many years so to send them away from her and the King, their father,

Not all our odd moments have to do with magical creatures and shtuff,

We aren't exactly a rich country but we don't live our lives that ruff,

But, sure, I admit we loved to spend money on drink and on whatever we could,

It kind of landed us in the recession where Euro's are scarce and that wasn't good!

I don't like talking about it really, known of us do at all,

But if you'd want to talk about anything else, just give the Irish a call!

Us Irish ones, I guarantee you, have a lot more to say,

but I'll end this poem now 'cause I don't want to be all day.

Again, I'm sorry about the finance problem, we are smart but we aren't exactly 'Nerds',

So, listen up now, because these are my last words:

No doubt, our tricolour flag is simply one of the best,

With it's Green, White and Orange I'd say it's better then the rest!

The colours bring us all together and 'tis mighty because, in this small, beautiful, green island,

We Are Ireland.