| There’s a dear old land of leprechauns
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| And wondrous wishing wells
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| And nowhere else on God’s green Earth
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| There be such lakes and dells
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| No wonder that the angels love
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| That shamrock covered shore
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| It draws my heart home again
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| And I love it more and more
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| Have you ever heard the story of
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| How Ireland got its name
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| Well, I’ll tell you so you’ll understand
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| From whence old Ireland came
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| No wonder that I love
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| That dear old land across the sea
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| For here’s the way my dear old Father
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| Told the tale to me
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| Sure, a little bit of heaven fell
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| From out the sky one day
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| And it nestled on the ocean
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| In a spot so far away
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| And when the angels found it
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| Sure, it looked so sweet and fair
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| They said, «Suppose we leave it
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| For it looks so peaceful there»
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| So they sprinkled it with stardust
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| Just to make the shamrocks grow
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| 'Tis the only place you’ll find them
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| No matter where you go
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| Then they dotted it with silver
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| To make its lakes so grand
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| And when they had it finished
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| Sure, they called it Ireland! |