Ireland Boys Hurrah

Deep in Canadian woods we've met,
From one bright island flown;
Great is the land we tread, but yet
Our hearts are with our own.
And ere we leave this shanty small,
While fades the Autum day;
We'll toast old Ireland,
Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys, Hurrah!

We've heard her faults a hundred times,
The new ones and the old,
In songs and sermons, rants and rhymes,
Enlarged some fifty-fold,
But take them all, the great and small,
And this we've got to say:
Here's dear old Ireland,
Good old Ireland, Ireland boys, hurrah!

We know that brave and good men tried
To snap her rusty chain
That patriots suffered, martyrs died,
And all, 'tis said in vain;
But no, boys, no; a glance will show
How far they've won their way
Here's loved old Ireland, gay old Ireland.
Ireland boys, hurrah!

But deep in Canadian woods we've met,
And we never may see again
The dear old isle where our hearts are set,
And our first fond hopes remain;
But come, fill up another cup,
And with every sup let's say;
Here's dear old Ireland, loved old Ireland,
Ireland boys, hurrah!

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