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The Working Class Irishman

Contributed by dthomas89 on Wednesday, 10th February 2010 @ 11:17:34 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



The working class, the working class
Where I started, and where I'll end
We've suffered through the times
Pushing on, some wounds still to mend

A red faced lad, with thick brown hair
Your typical Irish mick
My father a hard worker
Because suits made him sick

My mother, a real woman
Proud of our South Boston neighborhood
Six kids, three and three
As they say, like a good Irish woman should

Though our incomes are small
We still find glee
Hard labor all day long
Finish with a stiff whiskey

John F Kennedy, our savior still
The Irish can be presidents, inspiring us all
Such an impact on our culture
His portrait still on our dining room wall

We have never owned a home
Always had to rent
Taking care of our immigrating family
And anyone else old Ireland sent

At our dinner table
We spoke the Gaelic
And church on Sundays
My mother a devout Catholic

We're known quite often
For potatoes and beer
For the butt of these jokes
Have never caused a tear

Though I'm still working class, we all do know
You can be anything, from any race, no matter what they say
For what Kennedy did for us poor Irish in 1960
A black lad is doing the same for some people today





Copyright © dthomas89 ... [ 2010-02-10 23:17:34]
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Re: The Working Class Irishman (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 11th February 2010 @ 07:09:08 AM AEST
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This is great. The imagery is fantastic and is displayed very well in my mind after reading this. Well done.

duff




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