We are from Clare, we are from Macroom, we are from Sligo.
We are Limerickwomen, Louthmen, and people from Dublin.
We live in the Coombe, in Athlone, in Hook Head.
We are dancers, we are electricians, we are gardeners.
We are musicians and farmers, mothers and fathers.
We are children. We are youth. We are grandparents.
Our accents are northern, western, eastern, southern.
We are the children of emigrants, the children of immigrants.
We are lovers of poetry and readers of books.
We play rugby and hurling and video games and chess.
We are the grandchildren of patriots, the daughters of Guards.
We are the grandfathers of dentists and the cousins of wives.
Our aunts live in Oz, our uncles in LA.
We have cousins in England and Europe and Mayo.
Our sons are in Canada, and our tans come from Spain.
We foot turf in the bogs, and make silage in June.
We cherish our history. We love human rights.
We go to the movies or hang out in clubs.
We go golfing, set dancing, and walk in the woods.
We visit our neighbours. We spend time with our friends.
We pray to the same God. We love humankind.