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160316
\nGreen beer is for sasanaigh<\/p>\n

Put on your green, and raise your beer
\nAt last, St. Patrick’s Day is here!
\nI’ll speak about the Emerald Isle
\nAnd you might end up with a smile
\nPull up a chair, and sit right down
\nWe love the craic and hate the crown
\nWe like our food boiled in a pot
\nCabbage is good, corned beef is not
\nOnly three leaves on a shamrock
\nThe trunk’s a boot; a lake’s a lough
\nJumpers are worn when it’s fierce cold
\nIt’s always fierce the truth be told
\nThe coffee might contain Baileys
\nTo warm you up before c\u00e9il\u00eds
\nOf course you know, we love our beer
\nBut if it’s green, get out of here!<\/p>\n