"It so happens that I was born in Cork," Said a native son of Old Ireland, "But me mither said, 'When the good auld stork Flew around and dropped him there on the sand, It was mighty fine, and really kind too, The wise auld bird swung around to @3our@1 door; For surely @3Mike,@1 if he'd had a @3mind@1 to, Would 'ave made 'im light on the @3English@1 shore! Now St. Patrick was born on Oirish soil -- So I must be like 'im in that wan way; But me life has been spent in grinding toil -- Though I always halt on St. Patrick's Day. And nobody knows when St. Pat was born -- But it must 'ave been airly in the morn. "Now it all took place very long ago. The Pope must 'a known 'twas no use to @3sarch;@1 For they had no parish books for to show, And he set it down the Seventeenth of March. So, in riv'rance to 'im, and for 'is sakes, All we Oirish keep that day for 'is birth, Remembering Pat drove away the snakes, To trouble the people elsewhere on earth. So, in wearin' that day the shamrock too, Our belief in the trinity we show. All its three-fold leaves, wherever it grew, Suggested the symbol to Pat, you know. Now, in 'Wearin' the Green,' our faith we keep: It helps us think as we @3plant@1 we shall @3reap@1." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVENING SONG OF THE THOUGHTFUL CHILD by KATHERINE MANSFIELD TEARS AND KISSES by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO ABRAHAM LINCOLN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO HELEN KELLER - HUMANITARIAN, SOCIAL DEMOCRAT, GREAT SOUL by EDWIN MARKHAM SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMI GREEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE BURIAL OF BOSTON CORBETT (ONE WARDEN TO ANOTHER) by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |