G Poem - Paddy and the Tourist
By mwc
Wed, 29 Sep 2004
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Paddy and the Tourist
'Top of the mornin' says he
With pseudo Irish glee
And the Yank passed by
'Home' he is
For the trip of a lifetime
Seeking pigs in parlours
Currachs in harbours
And colleens in their prime
He is fodder for the big hotels
We make the music
And they fill the tills
As the dollars flutter
Peasants stutter
And colleens straighten their frills
He's got the shots
He's on the plane
Leaving behind the mist and the rain
And Paddy, his culture sold
Shivers on in the dampness and the cold
MWC
1980's
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