O Ireland isn’t it grand you look —
Like a bride in her rich adornin?
And with all the pent-up love of my heart
I bid you the top o’ the mornin!
John Locke

O Ireland isn’t it grand you look —
Like a bride in her rich adornin?
And with all the pent-up love of my heart
I bid you the top o’ the mornin!
John Locke
