a little bit o' Heaven Sure, a little bit o' Heaven fell from out of the sky one day, And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away; And 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 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 Sure they called it IRELAND! #326
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a little bit o' Heaven Sure, a little bit o' Heaven fell from out of the sky one day, And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away; And 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 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 Sure they called it IRELAND! #P-326
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Irish National Anthem We'll sing a song, a soldiers song With cheering, rousing chorus; As round our blazing fires we throng The starry heavens o'er us; Impatient for the coming fight, And as we wait the morning's light Here in the silence of the night, We'll chant a soldier's song. (Refrain) Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland, Some have come from a land beyond the wave. Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sire land Shall shelter the despot, or the slave; Tonight we man the bearna baoghal In Erin's cause come woe or weal; Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal We'll chant a soldier's song. by Peadar Kearney #320
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Irish National Anthem We'll sing a song, a soldiers song With cheering, rousing chorus; As round our blazing fires we throng The starry heavens o'er us; Impatient for the coming fight, And as we wait the morning's light Here in the silence of the night, We'll chant a soldier's song. (Refrain) Soldiers are we, whose lives are pledged to Ireland, Some have come from a land beyond the wave. Sworn to be free, no more our ancient sire land Shall shelter the despot, or the slave; Tonight we man the bearna baoghal In Erin's cause come woe or weal; Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal We'll chant a soldier's song. by Peadar Kearney #P-320
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An Irish Blessing Health and long life to you, Land without rent to you, A child every year to you, If you can’t go to Heaven, May you die in Ireland. #337
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The Land of Ireland is one place that Heaven has kissed with melody, mirth, meadow and mist. #321
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The Land of Ireland is one place that Heaven has kissed with melody, mirth, meadow and mist. #P-321
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An Irish Blessing May the Irish hills caress you, May her lakes and rivers bless you, May the luck of the Irish enfold you, May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you. #324
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An Irish Blessing May the Irish hills caress you, May her lakes and rivers bless you, May the luck of the Irish enfold you, May the blessings of Saint Patrick behold you. #P-324
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An Irish Blessing Health and long life to you, Land without rent to you, A child every year to you, If you can’t go to Heaven, May you die in Ireland. #P-337
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"How sweetly lies old Ireland Emerald green beyond the foam, Awakening sweet memories, Calling the heart back home." #646
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"How sweetly lies old Ireland Emerald green beyond the foam, Awakening sweet memories, Calling the heart back home." #P-646
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