Irish Pride by Brendan Annandale

Irish Pride

I'm proud of who i am, it means a lot more then nothing to me
my people come from a country that bleeds for something that's free
they'll fight the good fight, to see that justice is seen
searching for a four leaf clover because to me Irish is something I'm lucky to be
they protect family like no tomorrow, hurt one of theirs and they go fucking insane
it runs in my blood but trust me it isn't just in my veins
They work hard from sun up to sun down
quick enough on their feet to have you run down, box with them and you wont even last one round
they've got hearts of gold, young souls in men who aren't as old
and they float like Noah's Ark and know they swim like sharks that flow
the Fighting Irish are a unique breed of man, they stand tall as a pine
we're all in a race with time, but for some reason they never fall behind
They've got huge hands like a bears paws and they'll make you look bad in a stare off,
call one of them on.. go ahead i double dog dare ya
These are men of respect, dignity and honor, like when i think of my father
with poker faces harder to read than an uninterested author
they're soft spoken, but when they speak they're not joking they've got something to say
and they pray like its the end of the world even when tomorrow promises another day
They're 6 feet plus tall and looking up to them is something I've always tried to do
and i wont lie to you... it's because my grandpa was Irish too.