In the emerald fields where clovers grow,
The whispers of the ancient winds blow,
Through cobblestone streets and rolling hills,
The spirit of Ireland forever instills.

The laughter in the pubs at twilight’s call,
Where stories of old are shared by all,
A song of unity in the heart of the land,
Hand in hand, we forever stand.

The misty mornings over tranquil lakes,
Where the soul of nature gently wakes,
In every leaf and every stone,
An Irish legacy, deeply sown.

Through the changing seasons, life unfurls,
In every child, woman, and man, it twirls,
The pulse of Ireland, strong and free,
A timeless dance of eternity.