| There’s an Island that’s famed and in Story
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| Sweet poets of song and her praise
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| And their Songs are of no brighter Story
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| But for Sons that have seen happier days
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| And though when I go the world over
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| And no matter where ever i go
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| In my heart there’s a spot for old Ireland
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| And for you now sweet Molly a’store
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| And I’ll kiss the ould Mother
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| And hug the ould Man
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| Give Johnny a shilling
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| And shake hands with Dan
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| Fight for me country and do all i can
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| Then i go out with my girl Molly Ann
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| Old Erin my country once happy
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| But Fortune once smiled on your shore
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| And I long for that day that’s fast coming
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| When her Beauty it be ever more
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| For the english decievers by nature
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| Though maybe you think them sincere
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| If they say your a sweet charming creature
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| Now dont you believe them my dear
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| And I’ll kiss the ould Mother
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| And hug the ould Man
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| Give Johnny a shilling
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| And shake hands with Dan
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| Fight for me country and do all i can
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| Then i go out with my girl Molly Ann
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| Success to the boys then from Erin
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| The finest and smartest there seen
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| In battle They prove themselves therein
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| True to the shamrock the harp and the green
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| Then here’s to the mossy green bowers
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| That grows around erin’s
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| Green Shore
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| Every link of the ancient round tower
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| And my girl now sweet Molly astore
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| And I’ll kiss the ould Mother
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| And hug the ould Man
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| Give Johnny a shilling
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| And shake hands with Dan
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| Fight for me country and do all i can
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| Then i go out with my girl Molly Ann |