Now I could sing a song for Ireland
The country that I love
For when I’m not there, I’m in despair
For it’s her I’m thinking of.
Now I could sing a song for Ireland
Bout her past from where she came
It would have laughs as it would pain
Ireland that’s her name.
Now I could sing a song for Ireland
Bout the men who gave their lives
Left fatherless children and husbandless wives
Cause they’d their freedom in their eyes.
Now I could sing a song for Ireland
Bout her hills and land of green
Her winter chills and summers beam
Of which I often dream.

Now should I sing a song for Ireland
Bout her history of greats
George Bernard Shaw and W.B Yeats
That rest amongst her graves.
Now should I sing a song for Ireland
Of a man upon a bike
Who with such courage and a ferocious might
Proved himself a nations light.
Now should I sing a song for Ireland
Of farmers land and people’s pride
That fertile soil that farmers toil
Charms that spread the countrywide.
Now should I sing a song for Ireland
The place that I call home
Where people welcome me with cups of tea
And I seldom feel alone.

Now would you sing a song for Ireland
Bout her legends and her myths
Her great storytellers and her liquor cellars
We toast with glasses lift.
Now would you sing a song for Ireland
Bout the women across her land
Who when needed have never receded
And are more often the first at hand.
Now would you sing a song for Ireland
The country where I was born
For those emigrated and those who are natives
Who love the splendor of her form.
Now would you sing a song for Ireland
The country that I love
For when I’m not there I’m in despair
For it’s her I’m thinking of.

© Daniel Breslin