My love, me lad

My Irish lad, wild green eyes and flame o' hair

Lives among the green rollin' hills so fair

Irish is his heritage 

and proudly doth he bear it

The highlands are his bonny home

and so largely does he love it

The way he says his lovely words

in beautiful irish accent

so much he loves his irish hoards

of leuprucon dimes and cent

his carefree ways

his lively days

are part of what indears him

the way he asks

if with him I'll dance

makes me kick up my heels and sing

Pieces green and yellow tumble out;

The map is laid; the boxes closed.

In Greenland green is placed,

And yellow down in Congo.

Green has Great Britain

And Siam is yellow,

While neutral piles out

Blue as usual.

Green calls out attack.

Dices roll out, six to two,

Yellow has lost; Brazil is gone.

Blue is attacked on Iceland,

Which is too small for a pile of armies.

Yellow has Asia, except for Japan,

Which neutral is owning.

Green has America,

Even down to the south.