The Drink

I drink to my father,

I drink to my unborn son,

I drink to time gone by,

And for that to come.

I drink to Michael Collins, 

I drink to England more,

I drink to remember those bastards,

And their retreat by the sword.

I drink to Patrick,

I drink to the motherland too,

I drink to all my countrymen,

Displaced immigrants too.

I drink to friends,

I drink to foes,

I drink to ideals worth more than silver and gold.

I drink to freedom,

I drink to life,

I drink to humanity,

And all the world's plight.

So stand up,

Raise your glass, 

As I share this drink with you.