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You Can Kiss me …
An Irish Lament
By GC SMITH

Poag Mahone, says I,
celebrate Saint Paddy’s day,
quaff away green beer

Pluck a green blossom
for your lapel buttonhole
proud emerald bloom

Tis Irish I am
me, I don’t give a gol-damn
where you may come from

Smith Irish, you ask?
how in the hell can that be?
just think Ellis Isle

They fooked my name
disgrace, begorrah (true shame)
wrought by some damn Prot

A sad travesty
to mess with a man’s name
it should not be done

As I sip green beer
on this Saint Paddy’s day eve
I shout Poag Mahone