Note to recorder:
Irish speaker, please
I brought home a brand new TV
And switched on but naught could I see
Now here comes the rub
When bought in a pub
You don't get a year's guarantee
Lots of oxygen's good for the brain
For without it one could go insane
And there is no disguise
For the look in the eyes
When one's health has gone right down the drain
How to spell the potato have tried
Many minds, sometimes mine, I’ll confide
Though it may have an eye
There’s no E – don’t ask why
Not until it’s been baked, boiled or fried
It seemed like such a nice poem so I just had to record it -- hope you didn't mind -- ask again for an irish accent and then you can get both ^^