|One of the wee people, a leprechaun|
|The Glens of Antrim|
|Scenic drive in Antrim|
|Fairy Tree in Northern Ireland|
|The Irish harp is the symbol of Ireland|
Where nobody gets old and godly and grave,
Where nobody gets old and crafty and wise,
where nobody gets old and bitter of tongue.
William Butler Yeats, The Land of Faery
And wondrous wishing wells;
And no where else on God's green earth,
There be such lakes and dells.
No wonder that the angels love
That shamrock covered shore;
It draws my heart home again,
And I love it more and more.
Have you ever heard the story of
How Ireland got its name?
Well, I'll tell you so you'll understand
From whence old Ireland came.
No wonder that I love
That dear old land across the sea;
For here's the way my dear old father
Told the tale to me:
"A little bit of heaven fell
From out the sky one day;
And it nestled on the ocean
In a spot so far away."
"And when the angels found it
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."
"And they dotted it with silver
To make the lakes so grand;
And when they had it finished,
They called it ... "IRELAND!"