You can be Irish for a day especially here in Second Life.
Alight me Paddies! Today the world is Green;
I am in a mood, alas, to gnaw crubeen,
To kiss my Irish lass, and cuddle her awhile,
To hear the Irish Rovers sing their bonny Isle,
To wear a shamrock, laboring o'er a stout:
Murphy or Guinness, to me it matters naught.
I am in a mood, alas, to gnaw crubeen,
To kiss my Irish lass, and cuddle her awhile,
To hear the Irish Rovers sing their bonny Isle,
To wear a shamrock, laboring o'er a stout:
Murphy or Guinness, to me it matters naught.
There are so many wonderful celebrations honoring the Irish, which is such a great thing. Here at the Basement Club, we also had our celebration with decorations and special music, and we proudly wore green. Maybe some of you out there have Irish roots for me personally I found 0% Irish in my DNA, but that does not mean a thing after all St. Patrick was not really Irish either but he was British.
in lands of desire,
where hummingbirds fly over,
shamrocks ever so higher.
There is a place,
I know it well,
where we can face,
our dreams to tell.
I have written an entire volume with a friend of mine the poetry called on Shamrock Hill. I was Irish for a day and did not even know it. Wherever you are and whatever you identify with have yourself a very "Happy St. Patrick's Day"
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