In Emerald lands, a voice so bold and true,
The brogue, a dialect with charm and grace,
Echoes through hills of green and skies of blue.
From Dublin streets to Cork’s old avenues,
This lilting speech sets quite a merry pace,
In Emerald lands, a voice so bold and true.
The stout-soaked tales and songs forever new,
Delivered with that unmistakable trace,
Echo through hills of green and skies of blue.
A heritage in every word rings through,
The brogue, a linguistic warm embrace,
In Emerald lands, a voice so bold and true.
From poets to farmers, the accent grew,
A cultural treasure, impossible to replace,
Echoing through hills of green and skies of blue.
So let it ring, this speech we all pursue,
The Irish brogue, our verbal saving grace,
In Emerald lands, a voice so bold and true,
Echoing through hills of green and skies of blue.
Bob Lynn / 10-Dec-2024
