| In Pennsylvanian woods we’ve met from one bright island flown
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| Great is the land we tread, but yet out heart is with our own
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| And ere we leave this shanty small while fades the autumn day
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| We’ll toast old Ireland dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ve heard her faults a hundred times, the new ones and the old
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| In songs and sermons, rants andrhymes, enlarged some fifty-fold
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| But take them all, the great and small, and this we’ve got to say:
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| Here’s loved old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| We know that brave and true men tried to crack her rusty chain
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| The patriots suffered, the martyrs died, and all 'tis said in vain
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| But no boy, no, a glance will show, how far they’ve won their way
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| Here’s brave old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ve seen the wedding and the wake, the patron and the fair
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| Lithe young frames and the dear old games in the kindly Irish air
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| And the loud «Harroo» we have heard it too, and the thundering «Clear the way!»
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| Here’s gay old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| In Pennsylvanian woods we’ve met and may never see again
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| The dear old land where our hearts are set and our first fond hopes remain
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| But come, fill up another cup, and with every sup we’ll say
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray
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| Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray
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| We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray |