A soft, surface skin of serene sophistication
Hides well the berserker behind the facade
Of politeness and manners and other things gentle,
Things needed to keep the sword back in the yard.
When needed we fight full of blood, guts and courage,
Celtic and Viking blood – volatile mix;
We fight with intelligence, cunning and guile, and
We’ll fight if our weapons are pitchforks and sticks.
We are slow to real anger, we don’t want to fight.
We know the destruction we’re capable of,
We alter our consciousness looking for answers,
We are mystical warriors of life and of love.
But all it will take is a little more pushing,
Hot blood for cold killing runs through us all still,
We’re directly descended from Ivan the Terrible,
You’ll find Paddy, Taff, Jock, Tommy, willing to kill.