Limerick for Lars
In a small pub in Boston, we find the great Gordon, and his
student, the Shamrock named Finnegan. Now, Gordon's become
McGee, but as we can see, the crowd is still lively to see them.
With Guinness in their hands, and no need for bands, they all
sing the song of the hooligans..
Crowd: Ay O, ay O, ay O- AY O!
Glasses clink, and their Guinness they drink, before slamming
the pints on the table. Shamrock Finnegan, they think, will beat
that fink, for Lars Magellan is no more than a fable.
Pat McGee: Lars Magellan, you enjoy your little beach life
while you can, because you'll soon realize life is something else
that sounds like beach when you have to fight Shamrock
Finnegan. Believe me, this monster of a man has been through
more than just a wrestling school. When you step into the ring
with an Irish freedom fighter, the name of the game is changed;
it becomes a question of survival, not winning, but I'll let him tell
you about that.
Shamrock Finnegan: Ay O, Boyo! You think ye can beat
me, mate? Well, I'd like to see ye try. I' had bullets whizzing past
me ears, cars blowin' up in me face, and buildin's fallin' doon
aroond me. But that's life, ye see, when a bloke like me has got
to take a stand and fight for the freedom of his country. Not too
much different than America did in the eighteenth century, ay,
Mate? We' even fightin' the same people, ay.
Ye see, Lars, the thing of it is, if ye care to take a look at what's
in front o' ye, not only am I a physical specimen, ay, but I' survived
the war in British Occupied Ireland so far, and I' been trained by a
man who has a LEGITIMATE claim to bein' the best in wrestlin'. Not
a bad way to look at things, ay?
Now, ye lay around at your beach, run your little mouth, and call
a kilt a skirt, but what it all comes doon to, Mate, is that ye' been
oot o' wrestlin' a bit long, am I right? The question here is, "Can
ye back up the talk, Mate?" The answer is that a bloke like ye ain't
got a chance when it comes to me, Mate! For years I' been
strugglin' for the unification of Ireland, me homeland, so I know
what it's like to be fightin' for me home, for me religion, and for me
rights, and I'm goin' to teach ye the meanin' of "Twenty Six plus
Six equals One"!
The crowd bursts into cheers, and Megellan's name they all jeer,
as they slam down another pint of Guinness. McGee and Finnegan
leave. For Shamrock has training to receive, so he can dish out a
punishment most heinous.