An, poh botheration dear Ireland's the nation

 Which all other nations together exeels:
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An, poh botheration dear Ireland's the nation, Which all other nations together exeels; Where worth, hospitality, conviviality,

 Friendship, and open sincerity dwells. Since I've roam'd the world oer from Dublin to Dover In all the strange countries wherever I've been. neer saw an island, or dry hand.

 Like Paddy's own sweet little island of green. In England your roses make beautiful posies-

 Provoke Seotia's hstle you meet your reward But sure for its beatty, an Irishman's duty

 Will teach him itsown native plant to regard, St. Patrick first set il: with tear-drops he wet it; And often to cherisl and bless it was seen Its virtues are to, it's fresh and it's fair too,

 And flowers but in faddy's own island so green. A sprig from each stemis a neat valued gem,

 Which the bosom of krin's fair daughters adorn Together united, unsullhd, uublghted

 A bloom and beautifuI nosegaS it forms. An long may they flourish, and H,avens dews nourish Each long kinded soil where these 'mblems seen. May fatal blunder e'er rend them astader;

 But long be they wreath'd in an islandA green Oh old Ireland its bogs and its ire land

 There's such a universe under the sun, For honor, for spirit, fidelity, merit,

 For wit and good fellowship, frolc and fun: With ard ;.i ~hislSy, when it gets frissy. An Irshman's heart in true coiors is seen While with mirih overowing, with love it is glowing With love for its own native island of Son