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Thirty two counties and thirty two friends
Irish legends everyone of them
A pot of pure gold and an Irish grin
Step forth and enjoy the fun and sin
The walls tell the stories, ghosts whispering true
Guinness in the pint glass and Jameson not a few
Patrick is the Lord, lift up his banner
Associate with his angels and their heavenly manner
A well worn stage where music is born and played so well
Songs of a green homeland, a shepherd rings his bell
The bar is a friend to all who garnish a stool
To doubt or not believe this, why only a fool
St Patrick’s Day and Christmas, the ground swells and shakes
Funerals and birthdays, the love they do make
A star in the Almighty’s sky, the devil would agree
A long, long way from Claire, but its citizens you can see
-John K Bucher Sr,
from Old Photographs and Wild Dreams
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