The wind spreads insidious rumours,
About his heritage and his taste,
They denounced all his wit and charm,
Calling him a man without grace,
They threw him in the dock,
Put him under lock and key,
But he had great love for his fellow man,
And I have his love for me,
The words will never more be spoke,
In such a distinguished Gaelic tone,
So heres to you Mr. Wilde,
And the hearts and minds you own...........
About his heritage and his taste,
They denounced all his wit and charm,
Calling him a man without grace,
They threw him in the dock,
Put him under lock and key,
But he had great love for his fellow man,
And I have his love for me,
The words will never more be spoke,
In such a distinguished Gaelic tone,
So heres to you Mr. Wilde,
And the hearts and minds you own...........
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