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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, |
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Then maybe at the closing of your day; |
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You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh, |
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And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play |
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Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, |
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The women in the meadows making hay; |
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And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin, |
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And see the sun go down on Galway Bay, |
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For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland, |
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Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow; |
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And the women in the uplands diggin' praties, |
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Speak a language that the strangers do not know, |
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For the strangers came and tried to teach their way |
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They scorn'd us just for being what we are; |
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But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams, |
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Or light a penny candle from a star. |
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And if there is going to be a life hereafter, |
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And somehow I am sure there's going to be; |
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I will ask my God to let me make my heaven, |
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In that dear land across the Irish sea. |
