classic33
Leg End Member
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlBKAJ199sg
View: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HlBKAJ199sg


may the sun and moon shine upon your paths and the wind always be beneath your wings....shouldn't be too hard to manage after drinking Guiness allday!
....few good bands as well though