| Walking all the day
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| Near tall towers where falcons build their nests
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| Siver winged they fly
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| They know the call of freedom in their breasts
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| Saw Black Head against the sky
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| With twisted rocks that run down to the sea
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| Living on your western shore
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| Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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| I stood by your Atlantic sea
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| And sang a song for Ireland
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| Talking all the day
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| With true friends who try to make you stay
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| Telling jokes and news
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| Singing songs to pass the night away
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| Watched the Galway salmon run
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| Like silver dancing, darting in the sun
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| Living on your western shore
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| Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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| I stood by your Atlantic sea
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| And sang a song for Ireland
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| Drinking all the day
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| In old pubs where fiddlers loved to play
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| Someone touched the bow
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| He played a reel, it seemed so grand and gay
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| Stood on Dingle beach
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| And cast in wild foam, we found Atlantic bass
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| Living on your western shore
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| Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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| I stood by your Atlantic sea
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| And sang a song for Ireland
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| Dreaming in the night
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| I saw a land where no man had to fight
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| Waking in your dawn
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| I saw you crying in the morning light
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| Lying where the falcons fly
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| They twist and turn all in you e’er blue sky
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| Living on your western shore
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| Saw summer sunsets, asked for more
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| I stood by your Atlantic sea
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| And sang a song for Ireland |