In the heart of the verdant hills,
Where the shamrocks gently sway,
Lies a tale of kin and kinship,
In a land where hearts give way.

Around the hearth, stories linger,
Echoes of laughter in the night,
Binding souls in tender whispers,
Beneath the stars’ gentle light.

Hands that weave the threads of history,
In melodies both old and new,
A tapestry of love and memory,
In every shade of green and blue.

Together through the storms and sunshine,
A family forged in the Irish rain,
Unyielding as the ancient stones,
Forever bound, ever to remain.