Classic Poem

My eyes were all too wary,
My heart was none too gay
Until the lads from Kerry
Came tramping through this way
And lodged about the village
And helped us with the hay.

The lads that come from Kerry
Are not like lads at home;
They show you where the fairie
Dance circles on the loam
And tell old tales and sing old songs
That lift your heart like foam.

The lads that come from Kerry,
They never stay for long;
But oh, their mouths are merry!
And oh, their arms are strong!
And what's a careless kiss or so
To one remembered song?