Posts filed under ‘_St_Patrick’
May your pockets be heavy and your heart be light,
May good luck pursue you each morning and night.
Wheatlet, son of Milklet, Son of juicy Bacon,
Is mine own name. Honeyed Butter-roll
Is the man’s name
That bears my bag.
Haunch of Mutton
Is my dog’s name,
Of lovely leaps.
Lard, my wife,
Across the kale-top. Cheese-curds, my daughter, Goes round the spit,
Fair is her fame. Corned Beef, my son, Whose mantle shines Over a big tail.