Oirish to me

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Oirish to me

Most pubs we as kids had to stay outside,
the clubs differed much and most we played inside:
We had to be on best behaviour though, to be allowed back.

Strangely tell of home and have many tales,
as a kid then in my home in Wales:

Stories they did not tell loud, of a Uboat attack.

The accents and the singing were oirish to me,
then were many of the men, we were family,
Much I do remember though I was kid,
and should have writ all down, as they never did:

I will always remember the tales they told of the sea.
They seldom mentioned danger or atrocity,
many sang along to Irish songs of hope and family:
The accents and the singing were oirish to me,
then were many of the men, we were family.

Cover me in clover my grave should have been the wave,
my mates were lost with no shamrock on the grave.

As I grow now older, recall more of what they said,
Most was in reflection of the mates now dead.

They would agree with you and me and how we do endeavour,
to spare a thought for MN kin, from every port:
For ever and ever and ever.

The accents and the singing were oirish to me,
then were many of the men, we were family.

K.