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Walking all the day |
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near tall towers where falcons build their nests |
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Silver wings they fly, |
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They know the call for freedom in their breasts, |
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Saw Black Head against the sky |
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Where twisted rocks they run down to the sea |
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Living on your western shore, |
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Saw summer sun sets, I asked for more, |
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I stood by your Atlantic Sea, |
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And I sang a song for Ireland |
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Drinking all the day, |
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In old pubs where fiddlers love to play, |
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Saw one touch the bow, |
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He played a reel that seamed so grand and gay, |
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I stood on dingle beach and cast, |
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In wild foam for Atlantic bass, |
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Living on your western shore, |
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Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, |
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I stood by your Atlantic Sea, |
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And sang a song for Ireland |
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Talking all the day, |
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With true friends who try to make you stay, |
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Telling jokes and news, |
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Singing songs to while the time away, |
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Watched the galway salmon run, |
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Like silver dancing, darting in the sun, |
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living on your western shore, |
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Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, |
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I stood by your Atlantic Sea, |
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And I sang a song for Ireland |
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Dreaming in the night, |
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I saw a land where no-one had to fight, |
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Waking in your dawn, |
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I saw you crying in the morning light, |
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sleeping where the falcons fly, |
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They twist and turn all in your air-blue sky, |
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Living on your western shore, |
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Saw summer sunsets, I asked for more, |
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I stood by your Atlantic sea, |
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And I sang a song for Ireland |
