I Wish That I Was Irish

Oh I wish that I was Irish,
And that I was born that way;
I’d kick up my heels and celebrate,
On their St. Patrick’s Day.

I’d sport the wearing of the green,
And get others to sing along;
We’d all join hands and dance the jig,
To some dear old Irish song.

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           But I guess I’ll have to face the facts,
           The truth I’ll have to see;
           I was born on the Isle of Newfoundland,
           I’m just an Irish wan-a-be.

I can sing Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra
And Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Lis;
Kiss the Blarney stone, drink Irish Cream
And sing Irish Lullabies.

I found that drinking Irish whiskey,
Wasn't the way to go;
And all those potatoes I consumed,
I'm still wearin don't you know.

Though I’m proud to be a Newfie,
And I sing old Newfie songs;
And when they strike up “Oh Canada”
I faithfully sing along.

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I’ve searched and searched my family tree,
For my roots, from wentz hey haled;
But me fathers came from England
And me methers came from Wales.

My Very Own Leprechaun

I bought myself a Shillelagh,
And I pinned my Shamrock on;
And I thought I’d found a pot of gold
When I married a Leprechaun.

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By: Bernice Patterson