| What makes me walk through Ireland’s shrines
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| And Ireland’s holy shores
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| To see a country crucified
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| Your beauty crowned in thorns
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| And as I watch that wondrous cross
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| That’s been hewn down and severed in two
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| There’s something here
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| That draws me near
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| To wear the green for you
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| To see you there blood brother Gael
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| The face, the tongue my own
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| Many places in my own country
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| Could not make me feel more at home
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| Laughter and music through the night
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| Your freedom in the dark
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| Tonight I swear I’d gladly wear
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| The green next to my heart
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| From the long and rolling Antrim hills
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| Through the wilds of Donegal
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| The songs of history are sung
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| Every stone on every wall
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| But here in our land how can we stand
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| And wash our hands of shame
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| When the sins of generations fall
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| Across the green like rain
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| Here one world window opens wide
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| And demons they show face
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| Some of your men have taken seeds of truth
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| And planted fields of hate
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| This way has never won a war
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| And I fear that when the harvest comes
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| You’ll see your freedom fall on stony ground
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| And the green overgrown |