St. Patrick drove from Ireland Its hordes of snakes; but when Pat celebrates—egad, the fates May bring them back again! The snakes of old have long since died, No doubt; but wraiths are plenty, And still their ghostly shades abide In @3spiritus frumenti!@1 So, heed ye, honest gentlemen— No word we say in censure; But mind a still, small caution when You start for gay adventure. Be glad, rejoice with heart and voice, And native joy will nerve you; Be wise and kind—of sober mind— And may the saints preserve you. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |