Where humor weaves a lively chase,
With tales of wit and merry delight,
Laughs echo throughout the night.
Where rolling hills and emerald fields
Meet vibrant souls with hearts that yield,
County Monaghan plays a tune,
Of leprechauns dancing 'neath the moon.
With poets' quill and a rhymer's pen,
They capture quirks, both now and then,
In every nook and charming space,
Humor finds a special place.
From bards to farmers, young and old,
Stories shared, never to withhold,
They'll paint a picture, bright and grand,
In Monaghan, laughter's in demand.
So come, dear friend, with an open heart,
To where the county's mirth takes a part,
For Monaghan's humor, wild and free,
Promises a time you'll always keep.