Happy St. Patrick's Day

That’s right folks, it’s that time of year once again.

The time of year where everyone finally gains enough good luck to be Irish for a day, guzzle and befuddle themselves with green beer, proper Guinness, or, if they have the good fortune to be both Irish and smart, whiskey.

But what is any good St. Patrick’s Day celebrations without a little Yeats?

For your consideration:

‘I am of Ireland,

And the Holy Land of Ireland,

And time runs on,’ cried she.

‘Come out of charity,

Come dance with me in Ireland.’

One man, one man alone

In that outlandish gear,

One solitary man

Of all that rambled there

Had turned his stately head.

‘That is a long way off,

And time runs on,’ he said,

‘And the night grows rough.’

‘I am of Ireland,

And the Holy Land of Ireland,

And time runs on,’ cried she.

‘Come out of charity,

Come dance with me in Ireland.’

‘The fiddlers are all thumbs,

Or the fiddle-string accursed,

The drums and the kettledrums

And the trumpets all are burst,

And the trombone,’ cried he,

‘The trumpet and trombone,’

And cocked a malicious eye,

‘But time runs on, runs on.’

‘I am of Ireland,

And the Holy Land Ireland,

And time runs on,’ cried she.

‘Come out of charity

And dance with me in Ireland.’

-          I Am Of Ireland.

Take some advice from good ‘ol Willy B on this one, boys. A girl asks you to dance you damn well better say yes, especially on St. Patrick’s day.

Stay safe out there