Res Publica  

I've seen the moon by mountain top
and from the glens and dells,
and through the yeasted barley crop
my Irish vice compels.

So either way my life was lit
in plenitude of gold
as if I were a slave to it
from bardic times of old.

And thus I think I would forgive
those folks who think it odd
that some among us choose to live
as if there were no god.

But god or not, it's not for me,
to bitch about the things
which bring more gold for me to see...
than rights divine by kings!