Beneath the skies of endless grey,
Where ancient tales in whispers stay,
The rolling hills, the emerald green,
In every heart, a story seen.

Along the cliffs where seabirds soar,
The ocean’s song, a timeless lore,
In cozy pubs with laughter bright,
The warmth of friends, a beacon light.

Through misty moors and valleys deep,
Where secrets of the ages sleep,
The music of the fiddle’s tune,
A dance beneath the silver moon.

In every glance, a twinkle bright,
Of Irish spirit, pure delight,
A land of dreams, of joy and strife,
This is the essence of Irish life.