dedalus Posted April 9, 2012 Share Posted April 9, 2012 Young child of mine, we’re moving across the Atlantic sea to find a new life. In America we'll be free. We are leaving behind a divided city, a desperate place, no ounce of pity and I’m glad to see the back of it. They crucified your granf’ar, so many years, so many tears, and almost did the same to me. We are floating towards freedom, darling, and in America all will be grand and good. God Bless poor Ireland. God bless Ireland. Tiocfaidh ár lá: our day will surely come ... Moving across the Atlantic sea to where, sweet child of mine, you'll grow up and be free. Quote Drown your sorrows in drink, by all means, but the real sorrows can swim Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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