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.