| When I’m in a strange land
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| Where there’s no one I know
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| And lonliness surrounds me
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| Just like a fall of snow
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| There’s people rushing everywhere
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| With nothing much to say
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| How I miss my hometown
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| With its friendly Irish way
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| Oh, Ireland how I miss you
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| And your frinedly Irish way
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| I wish al the world could see your
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| Friendliness today
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| And I’m sorry that I am
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| Five thousand miles away
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| Oh, Ireland how I miss you
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| And your friendly Irish way
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| You won’t find any shamrock
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| Growing on this land
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| And you won’t find too many
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| Who’ll want to shake your hand
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| No lepracon storytales
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| And no St Patricks Day
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| And you won’t find that warm and welcome
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| Friendly Irish way
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| So with God’s eyes upon me
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| And the help of a prayer
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| I will soon be wealthy
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| And I’ll buy a one way fare
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| To Dublin on the sippy
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| Or Derry on the foyle
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| One day I know I will return
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| To my friendly Irish soil
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| Oh, Ireland how I miss you
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| And your friendly Irish way
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| I wish all the world could see your
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| Friendliness today
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| And I’m sorry that I am |
| Five thousand miles away
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| Oh, Ireland how I miss you
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| And your friendly Irish way
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| Yes, Ireland how I miss you
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| And your friendly Irish way… |