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DIf you ever go across the sea to ireAland,
AThen maybe at the closing of your dDay,
DYou can sit and watch the moon rise over cEladdagh,
And sAee the sun go down on galway baDy.
DJust to hear again the ripple of the trAout stream,
ThAe women in the meadow making haDy,
DJust to sit beside the turf fire in a caEbin,
AAnd watch the barefoot gosoons as tDhey play
FoDr the breezes blowing o'er the sea's from
irelAand,
ArAe perfumed by the heather as they blDow,
AnDd the women in the uplands digging praEties
Speak a lAanguage that the strangers do not
KnDow.
YeDt the strangers came and tried to teach u
S theAir ways,
And tAhey scorned us just for being what we
ADre,
BDut they might as well go chasin after moon
beEams,
OrA light a penny candle from a stDar.
ADnd if there's gonna be a life here afAter,
And soAmehow i'm sure there's gonna Dbe,
I wiDll ask my god to let me make my heEaven,
EIn that dear land across the irisDh sea.
I wiDll ask my god to let me make my heEaven,
EIn my dear land across the irisDh sea.
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