a man of honor who helped us when we were in need <br />a true friend indeed a man who honored our mother <br />when she had passed, toasted her to say good bye <br />as he told us our mother wouldn't want us to cry <br />to a place we all go to our favorate watering hole <br />to drink our troubles and cares away bearing our souls <br />he listens to it all and says nothing at all <br />with out any thought of his own <br />to P.J. O'Hare we shall drink your irish drink of love <br />you must have been sent from up above <br />hey P.J. pass me a bottle of bud <br />just slamming them down <br />we might get hammered its possible we may fall down <br />we will all have fun at P.J. O'Hares' employees and patrons alike <br />we will stand by you to fight a good fight <br />before we pass out we will say our good night <br />as P.J. says goodnight wonderful to see you and for us to come again <br />darned in green his pub is so clean <br />like the four horsemen to the fighting irish <br />you shall stand tall and conquer them all <br />you will show them who is boss as you give them a toss <br />if their not your friend it will be their loss <br />this poem is for you Mr. P.J. O'HARE<br /><br />Fredrick McDonald<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/here-s-to-you-p-j-o-hare/
