This is a poem about St. Patrick’s Birthday.
I have no idea who wrote it or when, but thought you might get a giggle out of it as it’s typically Irish in it’s account of the events that led to St. Patrick’s Birthday being celebrated on the 17th March.
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On the eighth day of March it was, some people say,
That Saint Patrick at midnight first saw the day.
While others declare ’twas the ninth he was born,
And ’twas all a mistake between midnight and morn;
For mistakes will occur in a hurry and shock,
and some blamed the babby and some blamed the clock.
Till with all their cross questions sure no one could know
If the child was too fast, or the clock was too slow.
Now the first faction fight in old Ireland, they say,
Was all on account of Saint Patrick’s birthday.
Some fought for the eighth for the ninth more would die,
And who wouldn’t see right, sure they blacken’d his eye!
At last both the factions so positive grew,
That each kept a birthday, so Pat then had two.
Till Father Mulcahy, who confessed them their sins,
Said, “Ye can’t have two birthdays, unless ye be twins”.
Says he, “Don’t be fightin’ for eight or for nine,
Don’t be always dividin’, but sometimes combine;
Combine eight with nine, and seventeen is the mark,
So let that be his birthday”. “Amen,” says the clerk.
“If he wasn’t a twin, sure our history will show
That, at least, he is worth any two saints that we know!”
Then they all drowned the shamrock-which completed their bliss,
And we keep up the practice from that day to this.
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