It called to me with siren song,
With unseen grasp it pulled me strong
In dream its verdant hills were showed.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

Took hours to travel there by air
And sweet it was like luscious pear,
From Dublin to south Cork I rode.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

The folk were friendly chatty types,
Many preferred to pedal bikes
Through big cities, down country road.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

And there a certain spirit pled,
From ancient castles they bid, “tread!”
And oddly my time there, it slowed.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

I smiled at penny whistle tunes
And buskers with their heart-felt croons,
Life was savored, the Guinness flowed.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

I laughed, I danced, my spirit soared
In wee pubs they played Celtic chord,
I heard a raptured heartfelt ode,
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

The time spent there I’ll not forget
Like a remarkable sunset,
It was a lovely gift bestowed.
Across the jade green isle, I strode.

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