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| There's a dear old land of leprechauns and wondrous wishing wells; And no where else on God's green earth, there be such lakes and dells. No wonder that the angels love that shamrock covered shore; It draws my heart home again, and I love it more and more. Have you ever heard the story of how Ireland got its name? Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand from whence old Ireland came. No wonder that I love that dear old land across the sea; For here's the way my dear old father told the tale to me: "A little bit of heaven fell from out the sky one day; And it nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away." "And when the angels found it, 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." "And they dotted it with silver to make the lakes so grand; And when they had it finished, they called it ... "IRELAND!" Author Unknown |
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| If ever you choose to roam... May you find a path that's been cleared by angels themselves to carry you safely home. |
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