| Like chaff in the wind we were cast from our shores
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| As emigrants, as exiles, as convicts, as slaves
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| For hundreds of years Ireland never saw peace
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| From the land that they loved they were forced o’er the seas
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| As soldiers of fortune in the Irish brigades
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| Our regiments condemned to the wars and the graves
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| The soldiers, the sailors, the Wild Geese, the weavers,
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| the rebels, the heroes, the helpless, the brave.
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| We are the Irish all over the world
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| My heart is with you, may the road rise to meet you
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| I will be with you always, all the days
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| Till the (Em)sun and the moon and the stars in the sky cease to shine
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| Aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yaye-yaye,
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| aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yayeya-yaye-yaye
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| Oh, they left their homes so eerie and still
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| Generations were forced from the land that they loved
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| Their commerce all stifled, their industries run down
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| By taxes and landlords and goverments that ruled,
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| From wars and disease, as religious refugees,
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| a-fleeing the cruel penal laws and decrease,
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| the horrors of hunger has torn us asunder,
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| the young and the old are all scattered and gone.
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| Aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yaye-yaye,
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| aye-yaye-yaye, aye-yayeya-yaye-yaye |