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| I Never Saw a Shillelagh |
| I never saw a shillelagh, nor stepped foot on the Emerald Isle, I never heard a lullaby sung to me, in that good old Irish style. Never did I see those Irish kin, who came here, long before my birth, leaving behind what they loved so, the greenest land, on God's good earth. Nor have I walked and paraded, in step with others, St. Paddy's Day, nor drank green beer, nor ate green eggs, or corned beef either, by the way. Still, it's proud I am of my Irish blood, so I wear the green, for the world to see, come each and every St. Paddy's Day, to thank God, for each drop of Irish in me. Roland Ricker copyright 2005 |
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