Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shamrock Shore, artist - Karan Casey. Album song Songlines, in the genre Музыка мира
Date of issue: 21.05.2006
Record label: Shanachie
Song language: English
Shamrock Shore |
You brave young sons of Erin’s Isle |
I hope you will attend awhile |
'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate |
'Twas black and cursed was the day |
When our parliament was taken away |
And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day |
For our hardy sons and daughters fair |
To other countries must repair |
And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore |
Fo seek employment they must roam |
Far, far away from the native home |
From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore |
Now Ireland is with plenty blessed |
But the people, we are sore oppressed |
All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey |
Some haughty landlords for to please |
Our houses and our lands they’ll seize |
To put fifty farms into one and take us all away |
Regardless of the widow’s sighs |
The mother’s tears and orphan’s cries |
In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore |
We were forced by famine and disease |
To emigrate across the seas |
From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore |
Our sustenance all taken away |
The tithes and taxes for to pay |
To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere |
And our Irish gentry, well you know |
To other countries they do go And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there |
For if our squires would stay at home |
And not to other countries roam |
But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor |
For if we had trade and commerce here |
To me no nation could compare |
To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore |
John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn |
And he says that Irishman is born |
To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree |
But we’ll banish the tyrants from our land |
And in harmony like sisters stand |
To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be And our parliament in College Green |
For to assemble, it will be seen |
And happy days in Erin’s Isle we soon will have once more |
And dear old Ireland soon will be A great and glorious country |
And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore |