Have you ever heard
the Story of how
Ireland got its Name?
I'll tell you, so you'll understand from
whence olde Ireland came.
No wonder that we're proud of that
Dear Land across the Sea.
For here's the way me Dear olde Mother,
told the Tale to me.
Shure, a little bit of Heaven fell from
out the sky one day,
And nestled on the ocean in a spot so
far away;
And when the Angels found it,
Shure, 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, shure
they called it Ireland.
`Tis a Dear olde Land of Fairies and of
wond'rous Wishing Wells;
And no where else on God's green
Earth have they such Lakes and Dells!
No wonder that the Angels loved Its
Shamrock-bordered shore.
`Tis a little bit of Heaven and I Love
It more and more.
~ A Tale of Ireland
~Beannaichte' (3-10-12)
