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 me dear old mother
Sure, a little bit of heaven
fell from out the sky one day,
And when 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 sardust,
just to make the shamrocks grow.
It is the only place you'll find them,
Then they dotted it with silver
to make its lake so grand.
And when they had it finished,
sure they called it Ire land.
It is a dear old land of fairies
and of wondrous wishing wells,
and nowhere else on God's green earth
have they such lakes and dells.
No wonder that the angels loved
its shamrock -bordered shore.
It is a little bit of heaven,
and I love it more and more.
Sure, a little bit of heaven
fell from out the sky one day
And when the angels found it,
sure it looked so sweet and fair,
They said, suppose we leave it,
for it looked so peaceful there.
So they sprinkled it with sard,
just to make the shamrock grow.
It is the only place you'll find them,
Then they dotted it with silver,
to make its lake so grand.
And when they had it finished,
sure they called it Isle of Land.