Nothing Too Good For The Irish.

It's the Emerald Isle is the beautiful land There's nothing too good for the Irish. O'er the whole of it, Nature, at heaven's command, Has scattered her charms with a prodigal hand From Skibbereen town to the Donegal strand; For there's nothing too good for the Irish. And it's many a hero the Irish can claim: There's nothing too good for the Irish. "Red Hugh" put his country's invaders to shame; Owen Roe was a fighter they never could tame; As a nation the Irish have glory and fame; For there's nothing too good for the Irish. And the Irish are noted for piety, too: There's nothing too good for the Irish. In the far-away time before Brian Boru, The faith by Saint Patrick was planted and grew, And the "Island of Saints" has had saints not a few: For there's nothing too good for the Irish. And the best of all orators Irishmen are: There's nothing too good for the Irish. The voice of Columba was heard from afar, Burke's eloquence rolled like a conquering car, And the name of O'Connell's a radiant star; For there's nothing too good for the Irish. And the Irishman always is witty, of course; There's nothing too good for the Irish. And his wit is as genial and kind as its source; It never leaves anyone feeling the worse; He makes bulls, but a good Irish bull's a white horse; For there's nothing too good for the Irish. You are thinking, no doubt, to the race I belong: There's nothing too good for the Irish. You think I am Irish, but that's where you're wrong; I am Scotch, but our love for the Irish is strong; We gave them a saint and we'll give them a song; For there's nothing too good for the Irish.