| I remember one September
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| Taking arms up to the crown
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| Beaten up and broken down
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| And the maid that Connaught gave us
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| Who could save us from our shame
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| Grace O’Malley was her name
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| Granuaile the Pirate Queen
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| Flashing eyes so wild and green
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| I was only seventeen, boys
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| I’d no right to be
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| In Grace O’Malley’s company
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| Her solution, retribution
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| Revolution in the air
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| Sailed we from the county Clare
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| Every galleon or battalion
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| Who bore the British crest
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| Sent them howling from the west
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| Granuaile the Pirate Queen
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| Flashing eyes so wild and green
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| I was only seventeen, boys
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| I’d no right to be
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| In Grace O’Malley’s company
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| How we adored her even more sir
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| When the order came around
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| With an offer from the crown
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| Hike the stems boys, up the Thames boys
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| It’s Gracie breath to breath
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| With the one Elizabeth
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| Granuaile the Pirate Queen
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| Flashing eyes so wild and green
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| I was only seventeen, boys
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| I’d no right to be
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| In Grace O’Malley’s company |