A pot o gold for ye

Sliding down a rainbow, half wet and half dry

A little child leprechaun laughs on, passing by

A pot o gold, for ye

If you can catch me by the rye

You go after to chase him

But you’re too slow, you sigh

Laughing gaily at you

He forms a distant shape

He is smiling at you by the farmer’s gate

 A little luck just passed you

But you caught it not

For you complain it ran too fast and the day is far too hot

So why are you complaining

That luck has passed you by?

When you could have worked much harder

Now you live to strive

A little luck needs effort

This you’ve clearly been taught

Just don’t go thinking on

That life just gives you nought

For you need to meet fate halfway

For if you don’t you know well

That fate will throw things back at you

And it will cause you hell

 

 

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