me eye is set on a golden pot
and a golden pot is what I've not
I've answered me riddle
played out on me fiddle
and now I'm in search for what I have not
I've searched the world
for this golden flower
clambering rainbows coloured bower
is there none whose finest hour
deserves this pot of golden shower
but here's a question for me to ask it
much less a pot then perhaps a basket
or even a bunch or perhaps a sprig
a glimmer would fair make me dance a jig
Begosh and begorrah kick me legs higher
me arms at me side oops me feet are on fire
quick fetch me the pot of which I have not
as to quench an ardour couldn't work any harder
I'm away to the land of forty green shades
in a wisp of smoke me silhoette fades
but before I go remember I've not
what I so desire but haven't got
rhymes with hot as in feet on fire
what'sa I hear before I expire
Oh I thought you said
but I clearly misheard
instead of gold t'was a different word
but never e' mind I'll dance with that
and as I bid goodbye I'll doff you me hat

Once it's all done and the foods prepared
I love it all, friends, family to share
contented faces eating their fill
I'm happy I've managed to fit it all in,
there really does seem such a lot
you start to wonder how many hours you've got..
But then my thoughts lead me back
speeding hours, days, years drop away
and I'm a young girl, excitedly watching,
partaking in joy and kindly love tasted
this feeds my spirit and it starts to fly
gatherings at my Grandfathers
answers any questions of 'why'
yesterday, tomorrow and today
Loves warm glow of the heart
as bright as any star
so I'll make a fervent wish for liberty
for all men to be free in peace and harmony
when all the world can be indeed one happy family (c)