Here is a great poem written by Derrick's Cousin
Robert Errity up in Canada
The Real Saint Patrick's day
1
Such revelry we see tonight the wearing of the green
Is only seen March 17th yes once a year 'tis seen
We celebrate a special saint the patron of my land
But before we drown in a sea of green I have to take a stand
So listen to my story please and let my ire be soothe
And let me educate you lot about saint Patrick and the truth
2
The druids never wrote things down but passed by word of mouth
So stories that were handed down are always cast in doubt
Most legends that surround this day are really quite absurd
Like how saint Patrick banished all the snakes with just one word
As if this all were not enough the symbols and tall tales
This patron saint of Ireland he was born and raised in Wales
3
The green hats that you wear tonight of the bowlered variety
Were sported not by Irishmen but by English nobility
Those tall ones that sit on your heads with that left leaning tendency
Were foisted on us native folk by the Anglo Irish ascendancy
Some other symbols that you don like well hewn hawthorn sticks
Were really brandished by the Brits to subjugate us Micks
4
The origin of the praitie known as spuds to me and you
Was foisted on us native Gaels from a land now called Peru
And the very first pint of precious beer wasn't brewed by a man named Mac
Yet rather by an Arab gent in a place now called Iraq
While the symbol of good Irish luck the four leaved clover shamrocks
Not to make too fine a point are all a load of bollox
5
Some say that God made whiskey that the world we would not rule
But 'twas the Gaels who made the water of life you'll learn in any school
While the image of the Irish race all spoiling for a fight
Can surely be put down to rest on this saint Patrick's night
Though rows might rise and blood might spill with shillelaghs splitting hairs
With this sombre sober Irishman there'll be no fighting at Jim and Jers
6
The many beers of Ireland and we brew more than a few
Ought never be subjected to any green of forty hew
Whether brewed in Cork or Drogheda Kilkenny or James' gate
To be infused with green food dye ought never be their fate
Though liquid green through Ireland flows it's never beer a bubblin'
More likely tis the Liffey tide in me jewel and darlin' Dublin
7
All around this world today good people are wearing green
And people of my native land acknowledge what you mean
We truly do appreciate that you want to be one of us
We'd rather we could celebrate avoiding this green fuss
The two types of people that we know the Irish and the rest
Tonight agree to co-exist for this ancient Irish fest
8
The reason we're all gathered here on this saint patricks night
To celebrate this holy man on this we can unite
So lets not dwell on legends that could never be realized
But rather celebrate the man in a manner civilized
Lets raise our glasses to on high to the bishop of Armagh
And toast the man we celebrate Saint Patrick Slainte Beatha.
Here is an other poem written by our good friend
Sean Kelly who lives in Florida
Inchicore Any Night
You lovers of Irish
culture in the Mighty land of the free
Anytime Inchicore perform it's there you should surely be
When you ask your friends to come along don't listen to I might
But twist their hand to join the band of Inchicore any night
The brilliant Derrick Keane is noted for singing many a rebel song
And to appreciate that glories voice why don't you come along
You can hear versatile Matt on Fiddle and Mandolin, always a sheer delight
A melodious haunting sound when Inchicore perform any night
From the Empire state there's Tommy an artist of class and clash
Rendering many an Irish number, John Denver or Johnny Cash
There's subtle Celtic magic in the air with the atmosphere just right
When this gallant combination called Inchicore perform any night
God bless this prolific trio of Derrick, Tommy and Matt
You will hear warm hearted entertainers, you can be assured of that
Long may they prevail with performances skilled and bright
God bless America, Ireland forever! three cheers for Inchicore every night.
