Ode To The Glass of Red
The worlds a better place
When viewed through Nash's Red
The day is much much brighter
When you get up out of bed.
I dont wear rose tinted specs,
Or pop pills to make me high-
Just a glass of that cordial,
Always keeps me satisfied.
The world can be a hard place,
And grind you to the ground-
But a sip of Nash's elixir
Will soon bring you around.
The tinkling of that mineral,
As it pours into the glass
Is the sweetest sound in Ireland,
And a round you'll never pass.
Gerard O'Shea
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