Pendragon
03-17-2008, 12:32 PM
Luck
Luck o’ th’ Ir-rish ye says—
An’ f’r what’s ye conthractin’ thrust in it?
Ye r-remember th’ potato famine, don’t ye?
An’ ivery man wud r-rec’lect th’ comp’nies ordhnance:
“No Ir-rish Need Apply”—eh, what?
What comes fr'm dhreamin' dhreams?
Ye live in crowded tinimints iv a large city
An' take jobs wurruking mucking oot th' place—
Or be th' polisman on th' bate cuz nobuddy alse wants too.
Faith, thim raypechious crathes!
They had t’ pry Dochney off thim.
Why? Inthrojooced him as “that Ir-rish son of a @##!!”
Oh, we be lucky all right, laddie.
Faith, and ye niver know whan ye make yer own luck…
Pendragon
© 3/17/08
Luck o’ th’ Ir-rish ye says—
An’ f’r what’s ye conthractin’ thrust in it?
Ye r-remember th’ potato famine, don’t ye?
An’ ivery man wud r-rec’lect th’ comp’nies ordhnance:
“No Ir-rish Need Apply”—eh, what?
What comes fr'm dhreamin' dhreams?
Ye live in crowded tinimints iv a large city
An' take jobs wurruking mucking oot th' place—
Or be th' polisman on th' bate cuz nobuddy alse wants too.
Faith, thim raypechious crathes!
They had t’ pry Dochney off thim.
Why? Inthrojooced him as “that Ir-rish son of a @##!!”
Oh, we be lucky all right, laddie.
Faith, and ye niver know whan ye make yer own luck…
Pendragon
© 3/17/08