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If you ever go across the sea to Ireland, 
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then maybe at the closing of your day, 
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you can sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh,
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and see the sun go down on Galway Bay. 

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Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream, 
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The women in the meadow making hay, 
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just to sit beside the turf fire in a cabin,     
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and watch the barefoot gosoons as they play

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Ooooh   Ooooh   Ooooh oooh

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For the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from
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 Ireland, 
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Are perfumed by the heather as they blow, 
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And the women in the uplands digging praties 
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Speak a language that the strangers do not know. 

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Yet the strangers came and tried to teach u
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s their ways, 
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And they scorned us just for being what we 
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are, 

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But they might as well go chasin after moon
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 beams,
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or light a penny candle from a star. 

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And if there's gonna be a life here after, 
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And somehow I'm sure there's gonna be, 
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I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven,   
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In that dear land across the Irish sea. 

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I will ask my God to let me make my Heaven,   
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In my dear land across the Irish sea.