| As I look out across the sea
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| I stand proud but am I free?
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| A thousand years have come and gone
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| I have won, I will go on
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| Stand firm against the storm
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| I cannot see it but it will come
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| And with the ghosts of a million Gaels
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| I will rise up, I will prevail
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| You can starve my children
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| You can kill my fighting man
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| Take away my right to freedom
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| And when my back is turned you kill again
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| You can burn my houses
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| Take away all that I have known
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| But the seeds are sown
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| When the Dane invaded
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| The held the Gael with a strangle-hold
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| Until Boru joined to clans
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| He won the war, re-claimed my lands
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| My green fields have been stained red
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| From the blood of the Irish dead
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| But with this fire that burns inside
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| I will always rebel, I will survive
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| You can starve my children
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| You can kill my fighting man
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| Take away my right to freedom
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| And when my back is turned you kill again
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| You can burn my houses
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| Take away all that I have known
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| But the seeds are sown ! |