Irish

bansheeFiery haired lasses,

in days of old

Men raising glasses

Brazen and Bold

Loving dear Ireland

Pride in their eyes

Become American

Still Irish inside

They boarded the boats

Ellis Island bound

A song in their throats

Adventures they found

To start life anew

To begin again

Accepted by few

Not treated like men

The Factories, the sweat shops

The slums they would fill

They worked harder non stop

A dream you can’t kill

With Fairies and Wee Folk

And green all around

Their spirits were not broke

A home land they found

The Irish, the children

Of the emerald isle

Descendants of strong men

Wanting and wild

They spread from the East

To the South, North and West

From famine to feast

They made life the best

Fiery haired lasses

Men Brazen and Bold

Raising their glasses

Or so I’ve been told

By T.K. Tolbert

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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