| In the City of Chicago
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| As the evening shadows fall
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| There are people dreaming
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| Of the hills of Donegal
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| Eighteen forty-seven
|
| Was the year it all began
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| Deadly pains of hunger
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| Drove a million from this land
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| They journeyed not for glory
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| Their motive wasn’t greed
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| A voyage of survival
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| Across the stormy seas
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| To the City of Chicago
|
| As the evening shadows fall
|
| There are people dreaming
|
| Of the hills of Donegal
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| Some of them knew fortune
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| Some of them knew fame
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| More of them knew hardship
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| They died upon the plains
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| They spread throughout the nation
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| They rode the railroad cars
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| Brought their songs and music
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| To ease their lonely hearts
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| To the City of Chicago
|
| As the evening shadows fall
|
| There are people dreaming
|
| Of the hills of Donegal
|
| In the City of Chicago
|
| As the evening shadows fall
|
| There are people dreaming
|
| Of the hills of Donegal
|
| Eighteen forty-seven
|
| Was the year it all began
|
| Deadly pains of hunger
|
| Drove a million from this land |