The Shamrock and The Thistle

The Shamrock and The Thistle

A Poem by Zoe Richardson

Raise a glass of your favorite moonshine to the Scots-Irish. Dye it green, if you like!


My family hailed from Ulster town

Where harp and bagpipe wed

They crossed the ocean wide and blue

To find new hills to tread


They were farmers, they were singers

They were Highland warriors true

And they squeezed the corn and barley

By the light of each new moon


They carved out homes on hillsides

Beneath oaks and maples golden

And lived their life by one strict rule

To no man be beholden


They were rebels staunch and sturdy

No king would they obey

Then they were rebels once again

In uniforms of grey


They dug they coal, they chopped the trees

Their skills and crafts perfected

Through denigration and defeat

Their faith in God reflected


Now my generation

Walk these same hills and stands

We sing the songs and plant the seeds

Brought from that distant land


So on this St. Patrick’s Day

A different breed presides

The Shamrock and The Thistle

The root of Southern pride


-Zoe Richardson (2022)




© 2022 Zoe Richardson

Author's Note

Zoe Richardson
The Scots-Irish are breed unto themselves. Small wonder we headed for the hills and never came down!

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Irish pride... Faith and 'tis a fine thing. Well written, my Bonny lass.

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Added on March 17, 2022
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Tags: Poetry, Thoughts, St. Patrick's Day, Ireland, Irish


Zoe Richardson
Zoe Richardson

Cordova, AL

Alabama native. Poet and storyteller and all around word nerd. I practice random acts of insanity because the world needs some shaking up. more..