Is this Irish enough?
WEE DAVY SHAW

Wee Davy Shaw – he's seven, asked his mother
"Why can't I go to church with Pat O'Shea?
Pat's church is just around the corner and
Mine is more than half a mile away."

"Ye can't go to his church his mother toul him
Pat's a Roman Catholic you're a Prod"
"Is that the reason", Davy asked in wonder?
"Then Catholics have a different God".

"Their God's the same as ours" his mother toul him
"But they worship in a slightly different way"
"Then I could do it that way too", says Davy
"And I could learn it all from Pat O'Shea."

"Och, shut your mouth "his mother said, exasperated
"I want to hear no more of that from you"
"I think it's daft", wee Davy toul her
"And I'm sure that God thinks it's, it's very foolish too."

"I toul ye shut your mouth "his mother toul him
"Away to bed and let me hear no more
I've half a mind to tell yer Da about you an
I'm sure he'd leave your backside sore."

Wee Davy Shaw – he's seven, asked his Father
"Why can't I go to school with Pat O'Shea?
Pat's school is just around the corner an
Mine is more than half a mile away."

"Ye can't go to his school "his Father answered
I've toul ye that a thousand times or more"
"But what's the reason Da?" wee Davy asked him
"In Catholic schools is two and two not four."

"Do they not learn reading and spelling?
Geometry and geography like us"
"Ye just don't understand his father toul him
It’s its history that causes all the fuss."

"But I'm not learning history yet” says Davy
"And even if I was do you know what I could do
I could learn all the other things they teach them an
Then I could learn my history from you."

"You're not to go to his school", his Father toul him
"And don't let me find you next nor near the place"
"But Pat's my friend", wee Davy toul him
And the tears were burning bitter furrows, down his face.

Wee Davy Shaw – he's seven, asked his Mother
"Why can't I go and play with Pat O'Shea
Pat's house is just around the corner and
All my friends are more than half a mile away."

His mother gently put her arms around him
She said, "I know that Pat's a very decent kid
I wouldn't mind you playing with him but
But your daddy wouldn't like it if ye did."

"Now I know it's hard for you to understand it
But that's the way it is she said, now, son
You wouldn't like to cause your daddy any trouble"
Wee Davy sobbed an and gently shook his head

But that night Davy's mother asked her husband
"Why, can't Wee Davy go and play with Pat O'Shea"
He said, "Because we can't get friendly with them Fenians
Whatever would our friends and neighbours say."

But in his heart, he knew that was no answer
And next night in the pub, I heard him say
"A Prod's a Prod and a Catholic is a Catholic
So why can't Wee Davy go and play with Pat O'Shea."

I shook my head and – I couldn't give an answer
"It's not your fault or mine," I said to him
"If that's the way your friends and neighbours want it
Don't ask me the question you ask them."

Two tiny kids who just want to laugh and play together
But their Fathers won't allow it, they're afraid
Afraid of the jibes and taunts of some bitter Bigots
What sort of bloody country have we made?

I'll toast the Queen, but if a man's a Catholic
It's just because he knows no other way
So I'm asking you out there, the people
Why can't Wee Davy go and play with Pat O'Shea?

James Young