Classic Poem

From Cork to Tipperary and Tralee,
There's been more laughter, jollity and fun
Than yet's been known beneath the risen sun
In all the world together, born of thee!

Thou bring'st out finely the old Celtic glee,
Yarns, jokes and glorious bulls surpassed by none,
Side-splitting stories, funny when begun,
And at the end one royal mental spree.

And when I drink thee quite alone ('t is rare),
I picture up a host of merry men,
Tasting thy charm and joking without stint,
And recognize the Hoods and Jerrolds there
Who, gay and careless, never take a pen,
But cast their gems beyond the grasp of print!