Ireland poem 🇮🇪☘️

Emerald isle Land of my fathers 

Born amidst the azure waters 

Jeweled sand surrounds thy coast 

The Lapwing sings it's song to boast 

Thy glorious green from the great painters hand 

Thy ancient castles thy fertile land 

Though turmoil and cruel creed hath shaken thee

Thou hast endured proudly 

Remain O Erin wait for me 

When one day shall I cross the sea 

When I shall feel the breeze o'er the lea

And I at long last embrace thee.