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.