A faithful husband asks his wife,
“Am I the man before or after the whisky?”
The godly woman replies,
“Dearest love, you are the hand
that lifts the glass
to cheers the strong ladies
in awe of their inner beauty;
You are the heart that makes toast
to honour your brothers for their victories
earned from humble beginnings;
You are the tears you choke back and swallow
for the animals abandoned
and the forests burning in agony;
You are the midnight purging of music and poetry;
You are the man before and after the whisky,
An example for your son,
A shield for your daughter,
A man of old country.”
