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old.Jable
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Oh hibernia, land of the tree,
your golf course valleys make me feel alive,
your endless rivers and falling rains ask of me that i might,
given time subtle but slightly envious of your green pastures,
see to the end of my days spent that once,
yes, once you may reward me with the chance,
a single instance of green slimy snakelike victory,
that horse not once nor twice may ski,
and subtle variations on a theme involving grass...
Oh hibernia, oh hibernia
[repeat ad' finitum]
your golf course valleys make me feel alive,
your endless rivers and falling rains ask of me that i might,
given time subtle but slightly envious of your green pastures,
see to the end of my days spent that once,
yes, once you may reward me with the chance,
a single instance of green slimy snakelike victory,
that horse not once nor twice may ski,
and subtle variations on a theme involving grass...
Oh hibernia, oh hibernia
[repeat ad' finitum]
