Carry us safely back to yon glass plain
Convey us unharmed to the isle of delight
Father, embark in boat and help us return to Westland
Transport us without risk to the island of the Promised Land of Saints
Navigate poop and prow through mist and fog
Oh ancient Saint of Ireland's Infancy we beseech you
Protect us from Traitorous Patriarchs of the Dáil with questionable authority
Deliver us we pray from those who would cause us harm and tax our water
In the name of all that is and ever shall be holy
Defend us from our own Irish greed and love of graft
Hunt down our enemies and separate them from their balls
Give us this day our daily pint
Tell that bastard Rory to stay away from the sister Kate
And give this lowly ones Sainted Mother a big wet kiss form her boy
This we pray most fervently, in your reverent name, Amen.
Mark W. Ó Brien
02/Jan/15
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