I Married A Mongrel Poem by Jay Loring

Well, I am a bonafide Irishman!
A chip off the old Blarney stone.
And Scottish and tall as
the great William Wallace.
A Scots-Irishman - flesh and bone.

Chorus:

A Scottish man, an Irishman
A Scots-Irishman don't you see
I'm Scotch-Irish built from my hat to my kilt
A proud Irish Scotsman, that's me!

My grandmother was a MacArthur,
of a lineage Scottish and pure.
And in truth, it was stated that we are related
to General MacArthur for sure!

Now, she went and married a Prendergast -
a good Irishman, don't you know.
Whose lineage was strong,
with a line that was long
and as pure as the white driven snow.

Well, I was the third of three children,
With truly the best saved for last!
As proud as could be of my family tree,
And the link to my old country past.

Chorus:

A Scottish man, an Irishman
A Scots-Irishman don't you see
I'm Scotch-Irish bred from my toes to my head
A proud Irish Scotsman, that's me!

Then one day I saw me a pretty,
a vision that shone like the sun.
Seeing her in that dress, it is true, I confess,
something told me that she was the one.

But this bonnie wee lass was a Miller,
With a heritage wholly unsure.
Such a mixed line it seemed, that I quietly deemed
that she was a mongrel - impure.

But love knows no boundaries or bloodlines,
And cares not the history you've had.
For the past isn't aught,
and so all matters not,
but the love of a lass and a lad.

So, I fell in love with a mongrel,
when the flowers of love were in bloom.
Surely this was romance,
for my heart, it would dance,
whenever she walked in the room.

So, I went and married this mongrel.
Yes, I went and made her my wife.
And I'm happier now than I should be somehow,
For she is the love of my life!

Chorus

A Scottish man, an Irishman
A Scots-Irishman don't you see
I'm Scotch and I'm Irish, well surely that's my wish
A proud Irish Scotsman, that's me!

Then one day we sent for a package,
for to find out our ancestery.
I was sure to find out I was Irish as stout,
and as Scottish as haggis and tea!

Well the answers we got were quite stunning!
And the truth just a bit hard to bear.
And I said, "Glory be, she's more Irish than me! "
as I fell from the family chair.

Seems I've got some French in my bloodline,
And how it got there, Je ne sais!
Did some Soldier in France have a bit of romance,
that has made me what I am today?

Well the story it told was a cruel one,
with my heritage fully unfurled.
My tree had unraveled, for my family traveled
to places all over the world!

Chorus

A Scottish man, an Irishman
A Scots-Irishman don't you see
After giving it thought,
seems I'm something I'm not
Confused and bewildered, that's me!

So, yes, I am partly a Scotsman,
And an Irishman too, but there's more.
I'm part of some races
from exotic places,
and peoples and bloodlines galore!

So, I told me three boys the sad story.
"I'm sorry me lads, but it's true,
That me and your mother
were made for each other,
as sure as the great sky is blue."

"Your mother's a mongrel, for sure lads,
with a heritage mixed through and through.
As for me, feast your eyes,
to my own great surprise,
well, I am a mongarel too! "

Chorus
A mongarel, a mongarel
A mongarel too, don't you see
So pure bred I'm not,
but my name still is Scott!
And proud to be Mongrel, that's me!

Surely my girl's a mongrel,
but a mighty fine mongrel!
And I am a mongarel too! !