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.