Beneath the sprawling emerald skies,
Where whispers of the ancient stir,
The Celtic heart beats wild and free,
In tales of yore, we find our cure.

Amidst the rolling hills of green,
The laughter echoes through the glen,
Where stories told by fireside glow,
Reside within the hearts of men.

The river sings its timeless song,
As shadows dance on cobbled streets,
In every stone, a history lives,
A legacy our soul repeats.

In every pint and every cheer,
The spirit of the isle prevails,
With warmth and wit in every breath,
An Irish life, where love entails.