| In the East End of London, I met an old man.
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| He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram.
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| «My parents were Irish. |
| They loved that dear land,»
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| The Cockney, he smiled, then he shook my old hand.
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| «My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be.
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| Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
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| Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
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| The land of the old folks is calling to me.»
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| Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside cafe,
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| A young girl came smiling, and to me did say,
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| «Well, my folks are from Ireland. |
| My Da', he hopes one day
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| When he leaves the mines, sure we’ll go back to stay.»
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| «My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be.
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| Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
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| Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
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| The land of the old folks is calling to me.»
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| Then I went through the Midlands, through each city and town.
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| I found there were Irish in each place I roamed.
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| And I drank and I sang at a pub they call the Crown.
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| With the Birmingham irish, we sang songs of home.
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| «My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be.
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| Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
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| Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
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| The land of the old folks is calling to me.»
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| Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde.
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| I met with some young lads. |
| They said, «Celtic's our side.
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| All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green.
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| A country we love, but a place we’ve not seen.»
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| «My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be.
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| Her hills and her valleys are calling to me.
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| Though born here in this land, my heart is in Ireland.
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| The land of the old folks is calling to me.» |