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Song for Ireland |
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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-winged they fly |
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They know the call of freedom in their breasts |
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Saw Black Head against the sky |
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Where twisted rocks they run to the sea |
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Living on your western shore |
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Saw summer sunsets, 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 pass 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, 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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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 which seemed so grand and gay |
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Stood on Dingle Beach and cast |
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In wild foam we found Atlantic bass |
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Living on your western shore |
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Saw summer sunsets, 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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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, asked for more |
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I stood by your Atlantic Sea |
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And i sang a song for Ireland |
