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.