Apo 2.07 beta PSE5 Have you ever heard the story of how Ireland got it's name? I'll tell you, so you'll understand from where old Ireland came. No wonder that we're proud of that dear land across the sea, For here's the way me dear old mother told the tale to me. Shure, a little bit of Heaven fell from out of the sky one day, And nestled on the ocean in a spot so far away; And when the Angels found it, Shure it looked so sweet and fair. They said, "Suppose we leave it, for it looks so peaceful there." So they sprinkled it with star dust just to make the shamrocks grow; 'Tis the only place you'll find them no matter where you go; Then they dotted it with silver to make it's lakes so grand, And when they had if finished, shure they called it Ireland. 'Tis a dear old land of fairies and of wondrous wishing wells; And nowhere else on God's green earth have they such lakes and dells! No wonder that the Angles loved it's shamrock bordered shore. 'Tis a little bit of Heaven and I love it more and more. Go Raibh Maith Agat ..thank you