If you should ever set a sail o'er the Irish sea then perchance you'll hear a tale from old mythology
and its told in local drinking holes down valleys and up highs and its always told with a pint of ale and a twinkle in the eye
There was a man, who poor, forlorn had heard this tale of old its said "whereever there are leprechauns or rainbows nearby's a *** of gold and as the man could ill afford to keep himself in whiskey or in beer indeed the news, removed his blues and filled him with good cheer
he went off hunting rainbows near where the little people dwell for only leprechauns can know where gold is hid and they will never tell for they guard their treasure very well
One day the man he saw a rainbow which he followed to its end and there he found a little pub where leprechauns and friends sat drinking with good cheer from little pots of golden beer
The leprechaun proprietor observed the man with solemn eye he asked "what will be your pleasure?" and the man gave out a sigh he said ;"I have come about a *** of gold or something of that sort I have heard it told from legends old that theres gold that cant be bought
Then the proprietor replied in gaelic and all he said was "pog ma thoin" whilst taking from his pocket a single shiny golden coin.
"Pog Ma Thoin? The poor man asked what does it mean, oh please explain For I have searched so very far for rainbows through the rain
Sir, would you like this golden coin? you have truly found the rainbows end yet the only pots of Gold round here are filled with beer, my friend
But if you would like this coin of gold said the proprietor as he raised his glass then Pog ma Thoin for a golden coin come over here and kiss my ****.