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In the City of Chicago |
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As the evening shadows fall |
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There are people dreaming |
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Of the hills of Donegal |
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1847 was the year it all began |
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Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land |
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They journeyed not for glory |
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Their motive wasn't greed |
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A voyage of survival across the stormy sea |
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To the City of Chicago |
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As the evening shadows fall |
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There are people dreaming |
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Of the hills of Donegal |
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Some of them knew fortune |
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Some of them knew fame |
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More of them knew hardship |
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And died upon the plain |
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They spread throughout the nation |
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They rode the railroad cars |
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Brought their songs ant music to ease their lonely hearts |
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To the City of Chicago |
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As the evening shadows fall |
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There are people dreaming |
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Of the hills of Donegal |