Oh the Irish, never forgotten and always loved,
Even my beer of green pays tribute to a people who are filled with passion and kindness,
I have often wondered how the fiery red heads have come to be, and of course thought about this green beer sitting in front of me,
Laughter and family, togetherness and cheer, a painted picture of happiness is what the Irish bare,
Now in my search to find the truth the past was unraveled to let it loose,
For much blood was spilled many years ago as clans attacked clans leaving a river of red to flow,
The irish have suffered and in doing so have learned to live life,
Their red hair a reminder of their past sufferings and to all a message they stood up to fight,
Still today they are quick to temper but the rewards are more then a pot of gold,
An irish women is a lustful gal who satisfies here man without being told,
Shes strong and faithful Independent and sincere, she's moe then a women and shes better then beer,
Of fire and rage is born a beautiful thing, all Irish women make their men into kings.
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This poem is dedicated to all the Irish Women out their who have been the backbone to their men.
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