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Mar 2018
my grandad came from ireland he told a tale or two
of leaprecauns in ireland that he said were true
men in bright green suits would wonder through the glen
big tall hats and beards little irish men

how they played there fiddles on a moonlit night
to an irish jig they danced away the night
doing lots of dances in the irish way
dancing all night long till the break of day

unicorns with wings flying through the night
flying through the woods with there wings so white
flying through the air flying all around
listen to the leprecauns with there irish sound

as they played there fiddles danced an irish jig
watched them as they played at there music gig
with there bright green suits and there hats so long
they would dance away to an irish song

these are grandads tales that he said were true
he told many more there were quite a few
we  would sit and listen to the stories that he told
he said it kept him young stopped him getting old

i will pass them on when im a grandad too
tell them all the stories that he said were true
about the unicorns with a great big horn
the leprecauns that danced till the early dawn
WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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WILLIAM WORTHLESS
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