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Walking all the day, near tall towers where falcons build their nests |
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Siver winged they fly, they know the call of freedom in their breasts |
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Soar Black Head against the sky, between the rocks that run down to the sea |
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Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets, asked for more |
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I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland |
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Talking all the day with true friends, who try to make you stay |
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Telling jokes and news, singing songs to pass the night away |
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Watched the Galway salmon run like silver dancing darting in the sun |
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Living on your western shore saw summer sunsets, asked for more |
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I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland |
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Drinking all the day in old pubs, where fiddlers love to play |
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Someone touched the bow, he played a reel, it seemed so fine and gay |
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Stood on Dingle beach and cast - in wild foam we found Atlantic Bass |
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Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more |
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I stood by your Atlantic sea, and sang a song for Ireland |
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Dreaming in the night, I saw a land where no man had to fight |
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Waking in your dawn, I saw you crying in the morning light |
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Lying where the Falcons fly, they twist and turn all in you e'er blue sky |
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Living on your western shore, saw summer sunsets asked for more |
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I stood by your Atlantic sea, and I sang a song for Ireland |
