| Come on lads get your shovel and cart move your tired legs
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| This work is hard it comes straight from our hearts
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| Come on folks let’s stab the peat in the fields
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| Work to the beat can’t you feel the heat
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| This is where we belong we have to sing this song
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| In memory of James Brian who came to Inishmore
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| He found his true love in 1854
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| The hot blooded lad should have listened to what we said
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| He worked during the night and now he is dead
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| Drop your shovel when the sun goes down and bring the crop
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| Back to town and don’t you dare to slow down
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| Something lurks in the nightly bog It traps you with its voice
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| and drags you into the fog take a look at the clock
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| This is where we belong we have to sing this song
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| In memory of James Brian who came to Inishmore
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| He found his true love in 1854
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| The hot blooded lad should have listened to what we said
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| He worked during the night and now he is dead
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| Oh my love why did you stay
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| I cannot live alone
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| It hurts so much when I pray
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| I’m begging for you to come home
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| I won’t find a love no more
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| You were the one I lived for
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| But I will give you my most honest word
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| The story of James Brian will be heard
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| In memory of James Brian who came to Inishmore
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| He found his true love in 1854
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| The hot blooded lad should have listened to what we said
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| He worked during the night and now he is dead |