| Deep in Canadian woods we ment from one bright island flown.
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| Great is the land we tread but yet our hearts are with our own
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| And there we leave the shanty small while fades the autumn day.
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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| Oh Ireland boys hurray! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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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 stories, rants and rhymes, and larks some 50 fold.
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| But take them all the great and small and this is what we’ll say
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| Here’s good old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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| Oh Ireland boys hurray! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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| We know both brave and good men trying to snap their rusty chains
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| While patriots grieve and martyrs die, some still sing in vain.
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| And always know a glance will show how far they’ve won their way!
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| Hooray for Ireland! |
| God bless Ireland! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| Oh Ireland boys hurray! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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| Deep in Canandain woods we met and we never may see again
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| Wild Ireland where our hearts are set and our loved ones do remain.
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| So come fill up another cup and with every sup we’ll say,
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| «Here's too ol' Ireland, long live Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!»
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| Oh Ireland boys hurray! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray!
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| Oh Ireland boys hurray! |
| Ireland boys hurray!
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| We’ll toast ol' Ireland, dear ol' Ireland, Ireland boys hurray! |