DAN O'SULLIVAN: It's your Lips have kissed "The Blarney," sure! -- To be trillin' praise av me, Dhrippin' swhate wid poethry! -- Not that I'd not have ye sing -- Don't lave off for anything -- Jusht be aisy whilst the fit Av me head shwells up to it! Dade and thrue, I'm not the man, Whilst yer singin', loike ye can, To cry shtop because ye've blesht My songs more than all the resht: -- I'll not be the b'y to ax Any shtar to wane or wax, Or ax any clock that's woun' To run up inshtid av down! Whist yez! Dan O'Sullivan! -- Him that made the Irishman Mixt the birds in wid the dough, And the dew and mistletoe Wid the whusky in the quare Muggs av us -- and here we air, Three parts right, and three parts wrong, Shpiked wid beauty, wit and song! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PORTRAIT OF A MOTOR CAR by CARL SANDBURG A VALEDICTION: OF MY NAME IN THE WINDOW by JOHN DONNE I SIT AND SEW by ALICE RUTH MOORE DUNBAR-NELSON FORERUNNERS by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE PRIMROSE by ROBERT HERRICK THE COUNTRY CLERGYMAN'S TRIP TO CAMBRIDGE; ELECTION BALLAD by THOMAS BABINGTON MACAULAY |