Who was the charming man,
Who did set foot in Éire?
Very often one can
Mistake the signs out there.

In the past mis-shaped signs
Meant the Irish hunger;
Lest the mist of your eyes
Loose the German hunter.

Troubled were the times which
Brought Irish starvation;
Let go your desire
For a Franc connection.

He was you that young lad
Cooking me fish & prawn,
In his native coat clad
Loving me until dawn.

thin-e.