'Tis
a dear old land of leprechauns
and wondrous wishing wells.
Nowhere else on God's green earth
have they such lakes and dells.
No wonder that the angels love
the shamrock bordered shore.
'Tis a little bit of heaven
and I love it more and more.
Have
you ever heard the story of
how Ireland got its name?
I'll tell you so you'll understand
from whence old Ireland came.
No wonder that we're proud of that
dear land across the sea,
For here's the way my dear old mother
told the tale to me...
Sure,
a little bit o' Heaven
fell from out of the sky one day,
And nestled on the ocean
in a spot so far away;
And the angels found it,
sure it looked so sweet and fair.
They said suppose we leave it,
for it looks so peaceful there!
So they sprinkled it with stardust
Just to make the shamrocks grow;
'Tis the only place you'll find them,
No matter where you go;
Then they dotted it with silver
To make its lakes so grand,
And when they had it finished
Sure, they called it IRELAND!
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