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As I look out across the sea |
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I stand proud but am I free? |
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A thousand years have come and gone |
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I have won, I will go on |
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Stand firm against the storm |
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I cannot see it but it will come |
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And with the ghosts of a million Gaels |
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I will rise up, I will prevail |
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You can starve my children |
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You can kill my fighting man |
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Take away my right to freedom |
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And when my back is turned you kill again |
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You can burn my houses |
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Take away all that I have known |
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But the seeds are sown |
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When the Dane invaded |
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The held the Gael with a strangle-hold |
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Until Boru joined to clans |
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He won the war, re-claimed my lands |
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My green fields have been stained red |
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From the blood of the Irish dead |
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But with this fire that burns inside |
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I will always rebel, I will survive |
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You can starve my children |
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You can kill my fighting man |
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Take away my right to freedom |
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And when my back is turned you kill again |
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You can burn my houses |
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Take away all that I have known |
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But the seeds are sown ! |