With apologies to Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh, music from the traditional Fáinne Geal an La /Dawning of the Day

Our bishop said on St Paddy's day, we could not eat corned beef
But that is rude, its our fav'rite food, this causes lots of grief
It's a friday but I can't eat fish upon St paddy's day
So grant me dispensation, this one thing I do pray

In Boston they are allowed to consume the Irish feast
They are allowed to join the crowd, They have a kinder priest
Oh bless their hearts, their cabbage farts will sound throughout the day
We love this food, both crude and rude. As our gas flutes we do play

I don't want to eat codfish I don't want to eat chard
But I want to do my duty, although it can be hard
I'll have to go down to Boston to celebrate this day
And when I go to the bathroom,don't get in my way

It can't be beat it is such a treat, This boiled creation is
And Guiness is so lovely, with its thick taste and fizz
The flies I shooed they weren't so good But what do you expect
When so many drunken Irishmen Their dinner they project

In Boston on St Paddy's Day, I ate corned beef and knew
If I had too much green beer, my lunch I'd surely spew
So all I drank was Guiness, and now I feel OK
And I know that fish was not the dish, to eat on St. Paddy's Day