The emerald island of Gaelic he began
escaping the great famine was his plan
The wandering Irishman
ended up without a woman
Then somehow he ended up as Mexican
Family reunions we sat around like comedians
Pink and round, others dark an tan like Indians
blue and black eyes tweak
some a warrior's beak
Keeping us together, we were all Dominicans
I love my black and tan relative Mexican
White, pink, black or tan we are all American
From an Ezmeralda Isle
to the new world we did pile
Our dear old sire's name was Mac Moran