Songs about Ireland
SHAMROCK OF IRELAND
There's a dear little plant that grows in our isle,
'Twas St. Patrick himself, sure, that sets it;
And the sun of his labor with pleasure did smile,
And with dew from his eye often wet it.
It grows through the bog, through the brake, through the mireland,
And they call it the dear little Shamrock of Ireland.
______________________________ WHEN IRISH EYES ARE SMILING
When Irish eyes are smiling,
Tis like a morn in spring.
With a lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world is bright and gay
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure, they steal your heart away.
______________________________ A LITTLE BIT OF 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 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 Sure they called it Ireland! _____________________________ | 
