finding the castle my family dome
Surely but rubble it be
But my family home you see
A rock or two I took home in the wee
They even had an Orange parade
The English ghosts I stood to berade
In error the parade my car had lead
I wanted to put the English to bed
But then I had a DNA done
Did that ever destroy the fun
Irish 23% English 47 %
It is not that easy to rid the Irish from me
I bow not to the Queen across the sea
Proudly I salute the land of my fathers you see
And forever where the green let it be
For I spit out the English from my tree
Wife just laughs and say, "Tee Hee!"
The irony being it was my father
The Irish drunk who left me as a child
Mom from the English blood who was my guidence
Yet the pride of the Irish is in my soul
It was Constintine great I let go
Mom a derect decendent of nobility you know
For you married and English maiden in me