In rolling hills where shamrocks grow,
A tale of love and kin we know,
Through misty morns and twilight’s glow,
An Irish family’s spirit shows.

By hearths of old, their stories told,
With laughter bright and hearts of gold,
Their bonds of love, a sight behold,
In unity, their lives unfold.

Through trials faced and joys embraced,
Their steadfast faith cannot be erased,
In every heart, a sacred place,
Where roots run deep, their heritage traced.

So let us raise a glass in cheer,
To family bonds we hold so dear,
In Ireland’s heart, they persevere,
A timeless love, forever near.