As I look out through the open window
I see forty shades of green.
It makes me wonder what Ireland’s like,
different than it may seem.

My great great grandparents were Irish,
they were Patrick and Mary Brown.
Their son John, my grandmother Jenny,
were all well known around town.

John liked the drink and when he died
his coffin was in the house.
They mourned and drank and sang all day,
along with Ann, his spouse.

I play the Bodhran, an Irish drum,
I find it rather keen.
And looking out my window,
I see forty shades of green.