There is an Emerald Isle
With stone churches and tall steeples.
This ancient land o' rainbows and mist
Is home to a proud, charmin' people.
Her rollin' hills o' clover,
Her castles by the sea,
Her legends of the wee folk
Have enchanted the likes o' me!
She boasts of the Blarney Castle,
With a stone the legend goes,
That fills the lips that kiss it
With a flatterin', flowery prose.
And what to make of her leprechauns,
These wee folk dressed in green,
Who love to play their pesky pranks
Then dash away unseen?
And delicate faeries flittin' about
Wild flowers, woods and streams?
O how I long to dance with them
If only in my dreams!
They drink and feast the night away...
Wild berries, dew and cream!
And ere the sun sends forth her rays,
They're away on an ebbin' moonbeam!
These merry, laughin' people
Face their lives with heads held high.
They sing, they dance, they drink their ale
With a twinkle in their eye!
In cottages warm and friendly,
By flickerin' firesides,
They spin their tales with merriment,
(And a wee bit o' blarney besides!)
Romantic lighthouses on Erin's shores,
Against a ragin' tide,
Send forth their watchful, savin' light...
A beacon to Irish pride!
You can search this whole world over,
But never will there be,
A land more fair than Ireland...
O how she beckons me!
And if ye be an Irishman,
She'll also beckon thee!
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