An illustration of Aiden's profile. He has light skin, short brown hair and is wearing a blue shirt.

ST PATRICKS DAY by Aiden H. '28

RAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

A collage of images representing Irish culture, history, and traditions. The top section includes a pile of potatoes, a cartoon leprechaun holding a mug of beer and a shamrock, a box of Lucky Charms cereal, and a black-and-white image of Cillian Murphy as Thomas Shelby from Peaky Blinders. Below, there's a sepia-toned portrait of Oscar Wilde, a man in traditional Scottish attire playing the bagpipes in an open field, and a plate of corned beef with potatoes and vegetables. Further down, an image from the TV show Normal People shows two men embracing, followed by the Boston Celtics logo, a portrait of actress Saoirse Ronan, and a pint of Guinness beer on a bar counter. The bottom section includes the cover of Sally Rooney’s novel Normal People and a black-and-white portrait of Sinéad O’Connor. The background alternates between green, white, and orange, resembling the Irish flag.

HEAR YE HEAR YE ALL LADS, GINGERS, AND HONORARY BOSTONIANS, LORD HOZIER, KING OF IRELAND, IS HERE TO SPEAK: 

It can’t be said I’m an early birdIt’s ten o’clock before I say a wordBaby, I can never tellHow do you sleep so well?
You keep telling me to live rightTo go to bed before the daylightBut then you wake up for the sunriseYou know you don’t gotta pretend, baby, now and then
Don’t you just wanna wake up, dark as a lake?Smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze?If you’re drunk on life, babe, I think it’s greatBut while in this world
I think I’ll take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou’re too sweet for meYou’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou’re too sweet for meYou’re too sweet for me
OohOohOohOoh
I aim lowI aim true, and the ground’s where I goI work late, where I’m free from the phoneAnd the job gets done, but you worry some, I know
But who wants to live forever, babe?You treat your mouth as if it’s Heaven’s gateThe rest of you like you’re the TSAI wish I could go along, babe, don’t get me wrong
You know you’re bright as the morning, as soft as the rainPretty as a vine, as sweet as a grapeIf you can sit in a barrel, maybe I’ll waitUntil that day
I’d rather take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou’re too sweet for meYou’re too sweet for me
I take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou’re too sweet for meYou’re too sweet for me
Whoa, ohWhoa, ohWhoa, ohWhoa, oh
Whoa, ohWhoa, ohWhoa, ohWhoa, oh
I take my whiskey neatMy coffee black and my bed at threeYou’re too sweet for meYou’re too sweet for me

 

(I’ve never been to Ireland)