Ireland by Jane Ayers Sweat


Heaven must surely be in Ireland
That's what the leprechaun said,
"Your life was not in Ireland but
You can go there when you're dead."

Lord, take my Soul to Ireland
So I can finally see
The land my ancestors roamed
Near the Irish sea.

Let me smell the grass in Ireland
Above my cold dead feet
Let me dance an Irish jig
Even as I sleep.

Oh to be home in Ireland
Where my emerald blood runs free
And the screech of the banshee
Holds no fear for me.


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