| I’m an Irish man both brave and true
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| I’m hearty, stout and strong
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| And idleness I’ve never loved
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| To me race it don’t belong
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| I’ve still the strength to work and toil
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| For the wants of life are dear
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| I’m told whene’er I ask for work
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| No Irish wanted here
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| They insult an Irish man
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| And think not of what they say
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| They call 'em green and an Irish bold
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| It happens every day
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| Now, to these folks I’ll say no word
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| But to sing a song I’ll try
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| And answer all the dirty words:
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| «No Irish Need Apply»
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| You may think it a misfortune
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| To be christened Pat or Dan
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| But to me it is a blessing
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| To be called an Irishman
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| In a rally voice for Paddy’s land
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| It’s a land I do adore
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| May heaven smile on every child
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| That loves the Shamrock Shore
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| Since famine stalked our native land
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| And death did roam the soil
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| We came o’er to Amerikay
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| For to work, and sweat, and toil
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| When we came down to New York town
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| It was work or else we die
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| All over town we met these words:
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| «No Irish Need Apply»
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| When your country was in danger just
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| A few short years ago
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| You were not so particular
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| About who would fight the foe
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| When men were needed for the ranks
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| To preserve the rights so dear
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| Among the bravest of the brave
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| Were the Irish over here
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| You may think it a misfortune
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| To be christened Pat or Dan
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| But to me it is a blessing
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| To be called an Irishman
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| In a rally voice for Paddy’s land
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| It’s a land I do adore
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| May heaven smile on every child
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| That loves the Shamrock Shore
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| For generous hearts and charity
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| We must search the world around
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| And Irish hospitality
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| Sure, the like will never be found
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| For I may live to see the day
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| It’ll come now, never fear
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| When ignorance gives place to sense
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| And you welcome Irish here
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| So let your heart be kind
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| And just help Paddy from the wall
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| For God in heaven made this world
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| With lots of room for all
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| Let’s stretch our hands across the sea
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| To the green ol' isle so dear
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| And give the Irish girls and boys
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| A welcome over here
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| You may think it a misfortune
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| To be christened Pat or Dan
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| But to me it is a blessing
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| To be called an Irishman
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| In a rally voice for Paddy’s land
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| It’s a land I do adore
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| May heaven smile on every child
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| That loves the Shamrock Shore
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| You may think it a misfortune
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| To be christened Pat or Dan
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| But to me it is a blessing
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| To be called an Irishman
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| In a rally voice for Paddy’s land
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| It’s a land I do adore
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| May heaven smile on every child
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| That loves the Shamrock Shore |