In Ireland wellies sell and wells are holy:
our names are legion in the roll of honour.
We have a singing priest (Sinead O'Connor),
and though we didn't think of ravioli,
we DID produce an extra-special goalie,
the legendary hero Packie Bonner,
renowned as Glasgow Celtic's Number Oner.
We're not restricted to our frontiers, solely:
the land of Stradivarius and Stromboli
embraced one of the lads, and did so wholly!
(The place is EM-poli, and not Em-PO-li:
you'll find it easy if you say it slowly.)
The Church of Rome, today, would be so lowly
if not for San Donato, our boy Donagh.
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oner, ireland,
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