Ode № 144776
Ode to the Irish Pub
Over in Kinsale
the band began to wail
the drinks were flowing freely
to the different types of people
who've come in to share a jar
or to keep their troubles far
where a pint might make a difference
in every reminiscence.
Well, we're drinking and we're drinking
we're drowning and we're thinking
that this night might last forever
and no more nasty weather
with our pockets full of holes
as we gather down the dole
The women are in protest
for their lack of beauty rest.
Raise your hand if you are sober
then we'll bring another over
you don't want to be left out
from this lovely Irish stout.
Let us toast our merry glasses
and try not to act like asses
because we're Irish and we're proud
but we're getting rather loud
singing..
"We drink to live, we drink to die
we drink to laugh and cry
we drink to O'Kenary
and the lonely passerby
we drink and dance to old romance
we drink for loved ones lost.
Drink up to all those memories
no matter what the cost."
11 comments
Super.
The Irish are the most overrated bunch of cunts in the whole world. The U.S. has two causes as far as I can see the Jews and the Irish. Both are a bunch of selfish fuckwits with a persecution complex. Both are money grabbing but the Irish have the differentiator of being alcoholic pikeys who make their money by building road whilst the Jews are better at building walls.
I absolutely detest any lionisation of a romantic Ireland that quite honestly doesn't exist. The Irish are a bloated bunch of uncultured pisshead estate agents trying to turn Ireland into a gigantic mass of concrete. If James Joyce were in Dublin today he would not recognise it as the Irish try, in a distinctly pikey manner, to instil a class system and copy the Yuppie habits of their more successful, talented neighbours the Welsh.
Given the bulging amount of facts in your comment below, virtually brimming with your deep understanding of modern Eire whilst still managing to squeeze in your normal bilge about potato famine, laced with the normal dispersal of highly suggestive adjectives like "dangerous", I can't help but think there is a demand for a bit of gut and feeling in the construction of a debate over the Irish.
In my experience of Ireland they are all greasy pikeys on the make with a view to building over everything.
I know this is a big generalisation and does not have enough factual reference points for Dovina, but the Irish "tiger" economy is increasing the number of white collar "professionals" who fancy their chances at a bit of social mountaineering. The misapprehension that primarily, but not exclusively, the Americans cling to, like a pair of 3-day old pants, is that the Irish are all Blarney talking, cheerful chaps who sing and dance and carouse. When they are actually a bunch of nasty bastards.
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