I planned to celebrate St. Patrick’s day; me,

Without the saintly part that be,

Me and my days that tend you see,

Swimming down the river of St. Guinness’,

Another saint that never helped,

Another me that never flourished; really,

Padraig my friend; floating barely,

You might as well; give up,

Give in; let the urges overtake,

Uncork that bottle of Jaegermeister,

Pretend it be the black gold,

Flowing from the land; of old