Thanks for the kind thoughts, everyone -- no wonder my favorite season is the spring! Ok, here's my little addition to the great offerings so far.

My Parish Has No Corned Beef In It [Tune: My Husband's Got No Courage In Him, from the Silly Sisters album]

As I walked out one March morning
To view kegs of green beer a-springing
I saw two maidens standing by
And one of them their hands were wringing
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

All sorts of vittals I can provide
And the special meat that fits the day-o
But oysters raw and rhubarb pie
Is too far from the Irish way-o
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

My bishop can dance and caper and sing
Or do anything that is fitting for him
But he will not do the thing I want
Because he has no Irish in him
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

My boxty's admired wherever I go
And everyone loves my pratie cakes-o
I cook soda bread and a well-shaped loaf
But I've never baked a decent fish-o
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

I reserved a seat upon the bus
That'll take us Pats to Boston tomorrow
But this morning I rose with my ticket lost
And no ATM is working, oh no!
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

Every night when I goes to bed
I dream of catfish in my jell-o
On Friday next I know my fate
I guess that I'll be going to Hell-o
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o

I wish my bishop that he was 'green'
And loved his Paddy's corned beef cut trim
But I'll have to find another one
That's got a little Irish in him
Oh dear-o, oh dear-o,
My parish has no corned beef in it
Oh dear-o!