And so adieu and au revoir
As you leave this, our teeming shore,
To drift along the Shannon's side
And perhaps go ebbing with the tide.

But know that we will all be here
(While you are quaffing all that beer)
Keeping Mom alive and well
(While you are raising merry hell).

But yet I fail to understand why
You think that Eire has no wifi!
It is damned near everywhere
And you can post whilst drinking beer.

   -- Billy Butler Yates, Songs of Innocence (Squamous, NY: Presse Bureau Bourreau, 1798).