I am the man who smokes but doesn’t smoke, he does not inhale.
From the land of the pirate queen, that wan Granuaile.
I never saw a leprechaun or the cliffs of Moher.
I drink pints of Guinness, the evening is not o’er.
That sounds like something from Tom Moore, that last word there.
Oh golden haze of other days round towers and harps are rare.
But come here till I tell you, there’s magic in the air.
4th August, 2016