. . . That the Whole World Seems To Love.
A popular song from 1917.
Words by Howard Johnson.
Music by Milton Ager.
Song suggested by Laurence Rubenstein.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- There’s nothing in a name
That’s what we all were taught at school
But still there are exceptions
To each and ev’ry rule
A rose will still be fragrant
Even though you change her name
But one in place of Ireland
Sure, ‘twould never sound the same
Chorus
For there’s something in the name of Ireland
That is diff’rent from the rest
Any time you ever mention Ireland
Faith, you’re speaking of the best
There the fairies and the Blarney
Form a picture with Killarney
That looks like Heaven above
Sure, there’s something in the name of Ireland
That the whole world seems to love
2. There’s music in the sound of it
You’ll hear it ev’ry day
It almost seems to sound
Like a harp the angels play
It’s sweeter in its flavor
Than the honey from the bee
And ripples like the Shannon
As it flows down to the sea
Sung here by Fred Feild: