I'll kiss the blarney stone with my shillelagh,
As Molly McGuire kicks the leprechauns.
I'll swill a pint of stout with your old lady,
And fondle bouncy bits behind the barn.
I'll ride a grey old mule from Cork to Dublin,
And then I'll dance a jig to an Irish tune.
For it's only once a year that St. Patrick's day is here,
So let's drink until we fall down on the floor!
I'll pluck young Nellie McDugan a four leaf clover,
And eat some boiled potatoes near her grave.
I'll steal a pint of whiskey from me lover,
And plant a malted kiss upon her face.
Oh, Erin go braless into me arms,
And then we'll dance a jig to a Gaelic tune.
For it's only once a year that St. Patrick's day is here,
So let's drink until we fall down on the floor!
C & P Copyright Chris Giunta 2023