| Have you ever heard the story
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| Of how Ireland got its name.
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| I’ll tell you so you’ll understand
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| Of whence dear Ireland came
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| No wonder why we’re proud of that
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| Dear land across the sea.
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| For here’s the way my dear old mother
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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 in 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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| It’s 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.
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| It’s a dear old land of fairies
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| And of wondrous wishing wells
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| And nothing else on God’s good earth
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| No wonder how the angels. |
| the shamrock.
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| It’s a little bit of heaven
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| And I love it more and more,
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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 nestled in the ocean 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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| It’s 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. |