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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John McCormack
John McCormack
Performer
Walter B. Rogers
Walter B. Rogers
Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
J. Keirn Brennan
J. Keirn Brennan
Composer
Ernest R. Ball
Ernest R. Ball
Composer

Lyrics

Have you ever heard the story Of how Ireland got its name. I'll tell you so you'll understand Of whence dear Ireland came No wonder why we're proud of that Dear land across the sea. For here's the way my dear old mother Told the tale to me. Sure a little bit of heaven fell From out the sky one day, And it nestled in the ocean In a spot so far away 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 stardust Just to make the shamrocks grow, It's 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. It's a dear old land of fairies And of wondrous wishing wells And nothing else on God's good earth No wonder how the angels . the shamrock . It's 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 nestled in the ocean in a spot so far away 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 stardust Just to make the shamrocks grow, It's 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.
Writer(s): Ernest Ball, J. Keirn Brennan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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