St Paddy's Day Eve

'Tis St Paddy's Day Eve and all through the house
Not a creature was stirring, neither doggy nor spouse

In the kitchen, the makings were all neatly laid there
For that special drink made with traditional care

There's coffee there waiting to be rapidly made
and Jameson's whiskey we'll add at the parade,

The special recipe we've improved through the years of good use.
We'll be addin' whipped cream and Bailey''s, our spirits to loose.

Sometimes 'tis needed to ward off leprechauns
 or just to keep spirits up as the special day dawns.

Yes 'twill soon be St. Paddy's day in Savannah, G-A
and that parade is a sight that can sweep ya away.

To save us our spot there's Johnny,  he'll stay overnight
So we can have that old watching place--always just right,

There in the median of East Broad Street, that old avenue
Where the Pirate's House sits becoming part of the view.

And there sits Eileen who'll plant kisses of red
on the cheeks of those soldiers who march straight ahead.

At the Pirate's we'll breakfast; with family and friends, some old and some new
More than just fill our plates, we'll earn that special bonus, a day's pass to the loo.

Soon the spectacle holds us spellbound--with all that we see.
The Irish, their floats; bagpipe bands and yes--much revelry.

Yes it's St. Paddy's day, so we'll share Irish coffee
(except for Jim G. who prefers a small taste of just Irish whiskey)

All the while we'll be thinking of friends and family,
some present today, some who can't always be.

But their voices today you might just chance to hear
wishing Happy St. Paddy's to both those away and those near.

--Jim B on the occasion of his 20th St. Paddy's day parade in Savannah