I'll tell you, so you'll understand whense 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 told the tale to me.
Shure a little bit of Heaven fell from out the sky one day,
And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away.
And then the Angels found it,Sure it lookes so sweet and fair.
They said, "Suppose we leave it for it looks so peaceful there."
So they sprinkled it with star dust 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, shure they called it Ireland.
Tis a dear old land of fairies and wond'rous wishing wells;
And nowhere else on God's green earth have they such lakes and dells!
No wonder that the Angels loved it shamrock-bordered shore.
Tis a little bit of heaven and I love it more and more.