Hibernian

Hibernian Dawn

In mist‑cloaked glens where shamrocks sway, The emerald hills recall the day When Celtic hymns rose soft and low, A hymn of stone and heather’s glow.

From Galway’s rugged, rain‑kissed coast To Dublin’s streets where poets boast, The shamrock’s leaf, a whispered clue, Of legends old and hymns anew.

Through peat‑smoked twilight and amber ale, Through ballads that the harp strings enthral, The Hibernian heart beats steady, true, A pulse of green in sky so blue.

So raise a glass to Ireland’s grace, To wandering mist and time‑worn lace, For in each hill, each stone, each song, The spirit of Hibernia lives long.