O Ireland, isn't it grand you look—
Like a bride in her rich adornin'?
And with all the pent-up love of my heart
I bid you the top o' the mornin'!


The Exile's Return (Th' an'am an Dhia: My Soul to God), st. 1

John Locke Quotes

O Ireland, isn't it grand you look— Like a bride in her rich adornin'? And with all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top o' the mornin'!

O Ireland, isn't it grand you look— Like a bride in her rich adornin'? And with all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top o' the mornin'!

O Ireland, isn't it grand you look— Like a bride in her rich adornin'? And with all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top o' the mornin'!

O Ireland, isn't it grand you look— Like a bride in her rich adornin'? And with all the pent-up love of my heart I bid you the top o' the mornin'!