I put away my green clothes,
And traded them for tartan.
My clover died,
My luck’s run out,
I’ve left my taters strewn about,
And though it made me want to pout,
I quit my river dancin’.
As bagpipes play,
Across the loch,
I now use Gaelic when I talk,
And pat the coos upon my walk,
To join my Heeland Clan.
For DNA
Unveiled life’s lie,
My Irish blood has just run dry,
And now I’m going to whine and cry,
‘Cause I’m Scottish, did ya ken?
Inspired by my friend Hunter discovering she’s of Scottish lineage and not Irish after a DNA test.