Have you ever heard of the story of how Ireland got its name?
I'll tell you so you'll understand from whence 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 me 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 when the angels found it,
Shure it looked so sweet and fair,
Supposed 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,
An when they had it finished shure they called it Ireland.
'Tis a dear old land of fairies and of wondrous wishing wells;
And no where else on God's green earth have they such lakes and dells,
No wonder that the Angels loved it's Shamrock bordered shore,
'Tis little bit of Heaven , and I love it more and more.
Ball, Ernest R. and Brennan, J. Keirn, "A Little Bit of Heaven Shure They Call it Ireland" (1914). Historic Sheet Music Collection. 842.
The views expressed in this paper are solely those of the author.