LUCK OF THE IRISH     Not far from our beloved bonnie Isle of heathery paradise     'Twould be just our dreadful luck, lowland of the vile Irish lies     Who drown bad whiskey in caffeine’s cup of the uncouth barbarian     Without repentance from such depravity of Presbyterian-less sin     While in our bonnie land o’ grace, the pride of our fearless clan     Imbibe in rounds of fair heaven that clearly set us apart from such heathen     And as those savage Irish infidels of miscreant Catholic idolatry     Drown their contemptible wretched brew in a full cup of coffee iniquity     The separation of cultured gentlemen becomes quite plain for all to see     For the refined Scotsman in the best whiskey, tosses in a wee bit o’ tea             Books       Songs       Essays       Poems Click Here to eMail the Author Copyright © August 20th, 2003 by Richard Aberdeen. No part of this material may be reproduced or utilized in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including printing, photocopying, recording or by any information storage or retrieval system, without permission in writing from the publisher and signed by the author.  Inquiries: Freedom Tracks Records or requested via eMail.  Essays entitled Revolution and Revolution - Side B are open copyright and may be reproduced as often as one likes.