He will never more wear the shamrock on St Patrick's Day
Or sing songs of his old homeland from here far away
Far south of his first hometown his last remains lay
Irish John was one who laughed at life of him one can say
A great grandfather predeceased by his wife Linda by a few years
The passing of Irish John did not go without tears
Drunk or sober the same always happy and bright
He is missed from the pub on a Saturday night
A man who loved dancing and music and song
Always happy to join in the pub sing along
One who lived in the now never yearned for the past
On his eighty fifth year of life he breathed his last
One who could laugh at himself he never put anyone down
He rests in peace far south of his first hometown.
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