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