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Irish Treasure

Somewhere over the rainbow
Lies a lovely Emerald Isle,
A place that seems to beckon folks
To come and stay a while.

Once you've had a taste of it
You'll want to keep going back,
For the Irish can provide you
With any treasure you lack.

One pot of gold is their friendship -
They are full of good will and charms,
Always a smile and a cheery hello
As they welcome you with open arms.

Some of their treasure is scenery
The hills, the dales, the moors,
The winding brooks and rivers
And Dublin's famous bright colored doors.

Laughter's a national treasure,
So is the twinkle in their eye,
When they start with "This is a true story…"
You know it will be a lie!

They laugh at their own sense of humor
And it's absolutely contagious.
Some of the stories they'd have us believe
Are totally outrageous.

I'll go back to the end of that rainbow,
For there's lots I've not yet seen.
God knew what he was doing
When he painted our Ireland green!