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The Working Class Irishman
Contributed by
dthomas89
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Wednesday, 10th February 2010 @ 11:17:34 PM in AEST
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The working class, the working class Where I started, and where I'll end We've suffered through the times Pushing on, some wounds still to mend
A red faced lad, with thick brown hair Your typical Irish mick My father a hard worker Because suits made him sick
My mother, a real woman Proud of our South Boston neighborhood Six kids, three and three As they say, like a good Irish woman should
Though our incomes are small We still find glee Hard labor all day long Finish with a stiff whiskey
John F Kennedy, our savior still The Irish can be presidents, inspiring us all Such an impact on our culture His portrait still on our dining room wall
We have never owned a home Always had to rent Taking care of our immigrating family And anyone else old Ireland sent
At our dinner table We spoke the Gaelic And church on Sundays My mother a devout Catholic
We're known quite often For potatoes and beer For the butt of these jokes Have never caused a tear
Though I'm still working class, we all do know You can be anything, from any race, no matter what they say For what Kennedy did for us poor Irish in 1960 A black lad is doing the same for some people today
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Re: The Working Class Irishman
(User Rating: 1 ) by Former_Member on
Thursday, 11th February 2010 @ 07:09:08 AM AEST (User
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This is great. The imagery is fantastic and is displayed very well in my mind after reading this. Well done.
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