| I’m an Irishman
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| Leather weathered Irish skin
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| Beard orange as the sunset over the flag
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| In the night sky we fly it in
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| Pride for the life we fight to live
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| History, I write with it
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| Spit it with the dialect
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| And this is a celebration of course
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| The green, white, orange
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| And when they pulled up on that shore
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| First generation born
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| Toast to those that made it on a boat to New York
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| And when the English came the colonizer came
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| They filled up bottles of gasoline, turned 'em into balls of flame
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| And hurled 'em to protect what’s ours
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| Don’t touch these lucky charms
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| Whole bunch of Irish screaming «Fuck the London Guard»
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| I’m kidding not dissin' London, this bloody war
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| But go against the Irish and get a bloody jaw
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| Preaching nonviolence but reminds of the scars
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| And the bias, put a pint up everybody sing a song
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| We put our glass to the sky and lift up
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| So raise a pint for the people that aren’t with us
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| We put our glass to the sky and lift up
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| So raise a pint for the people that aren’t with us
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| From New England to New Brunswick
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| Galway to Dublin
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| A rebellious nation of freckled face hustlers
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| Heart, blue collared workers and family
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| My heritage, proud to be a Haggerty
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| Now with whiskey in our veins
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| Claiming were the bravest men
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| I drank Old Crow, but pretended it was Jameson
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| Dad sipped Guiness, I sipped Old English
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| 'Til he sat me down at 16 and said «boy, this is what a beer is»
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| I put down the drink, couldn’t drink like a gentleman
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| That doesn’t mean I can’t make a drinking song for the rest of 'em
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| Challenge us in football, yeah we might lose
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| But don’t put us next to a bar stool
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| We take the history, script it in song
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| Light the torch then you pass it on
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| That’s right I said, lineage through the rhythm we script it from the palm
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| And we give til' Ireland is on
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| Bottoms Up
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| We put our glass to the sky and lift up
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| So raise a pint for the people that aren’t with us
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| We put our glass to the sky and lift up
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya
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| So raise a pint for the people that aren’t with us
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| And live tonight 'cause you can’t take it with ya |