| On the quiet banks of the Liffey and
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| Lakes, Dublin wrote her name
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| On the broad backs of men
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| We never met with their pens and their stones, they did the same
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| In the hours passed in the
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| Pubs, all the glasses were full and they were
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| Wet to the sleeve
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| And the eyes were so clear on the girl I met there, I
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| Swore I’d never leave
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| And the young men who longed for these shores in a
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| Song
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| All they wanted was a home
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| And I wanted one too with a girl eyes as blue as the
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| Light of dawn
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| Patiently, she waits there for me to come home
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| Was a bleary-eyed night, drunk from the lights and
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| The sounds of a city awake
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| And she stood in the crowd, her face as a shroud
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| Leaving nothing for my eye to take
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| But a warmth was so clear, it betrayed her as nearly
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| She glowed like those lights on the bridge
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| And a pain in my side, as I was drawn to her pride
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| Like the rise of the wind to the ridge
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| And the young men who longed for these shores in a
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| Song
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| All they wanted was a home
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| And I wanted one too with a girl eyes as blue as the
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| Light of dawn
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| Patiently, she waits there for me to come home
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| These waters have run red, these beaches have bled
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| From the wounds at the dark heart of man
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| Daughters grown sharp, tongues like knives to
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| The heart or a charm for the curse of the land
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| With prayers in their eyes, how well they’ve disguised that it’s love they’re
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| giving away
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| But you might believe when your hard heart says
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| Leave but this one implores you to stay
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| And the young men who longed for these girls with
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| Our songs
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| All we wanted was a home
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| She wants one too with someone heart as true as
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| This prison made of stone
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| Patiently, she waits there for me to come home
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| Patiently, I wait to be free and be home |