I sing to you a song of emerald green,
An Island home revered by people scattered.
Whose lives through tyranny were shattered,
But taller spirits earth has never seen.
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Ireland, where civilization grew,
Where ancient Druid walked and left his mark
On stones and fields and stamped in artist’s hearts,
Where Patrick taught the Faith to all he knew.
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Ireland your sons forced far from your shore
By the heavy hand of great oppression
Remember your green fields forevermore,
And fix their children’s hearts with that impression.
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A richer world by Ireland’s fair grace,
More beautiful by far the human race.
