ERIN GO BRAUGH!!!

What Shall I Say About the Irish?
The utterly impractical, never predictable,
Sometimes irascible, quite inexplicable, Irish.
Strange blend of shyness,
pride and conceit,
And stubborn refusal to bow in defeat.
She's spoiling and ready to argue and fight,
Yet the smile of a child
fills her soul with delight.
Her eyes are the quickest to well up with tears,
Yet her strength is the strongest
to banish your fears.
Her hate is as fierce as her devotion is grand,
And there is no middle ground
on which she will stand.
She's wild and she's gentle,
she's good and she's bad.
She's proud and she's humble,
she's happy and sad.
She's in love with the ocean,
the earth and the skies,
She's enamored with beauty wherever it lies.
She's victor and victim, a star and a clod,
But mostly she's Irish—
in love with her God.