Ireland, Boys, Hurrah !
| Michael Scanlan |
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| From Dublin�s smoke to Connacht�s hills From Cork to Inishowen We�re gathered, hope our bosom thrills; Our trust - Ourselves Alone! Our purpose one with those who�ve gone The true man�s upward way, For dear old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hurrah! We�re scant of cultured thought or skill Or golden store to spare; But honest hearts and earnest will To do what men may dare; To keep the blaze of other days Alive by hill and bay, For dear old Ireland, brave old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hurrah! To cherish still the olden strains That cheered the long ago Ere Munster�s vales or Leinster�s plains Had known a foreign foe, Be ours and rhyme their magic chime To many a rousing lay For dear old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hurrah! We little reck of creed or race; We�ve welcome warm for all Prepared to take the true men�s place When Erin sounds the call. We sing the tale of Gall and Gael That cursed our father�s day For dear old Ireland, brave old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hurrah! Then who so treasures in his heart The thoughts that thrill our veins, Come lend a hand to rend apart Our nation�s festering chains. Our strength is slight, but every mite Adds something to th�array Of patient Ireland, watchful Ireland, Ireland, boys, hurrah! This page has been viewed 1369 times |
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