Back and back I go,
skimming the wild Emerald fields, wading the black satin lakes,
Back and back I go,
Landing in the kitchen, Great granny dinner makes,
Ta failte romhat go hEirinn,
cry the villagers
Ta failte romhat go hEirinn,
cry the villagers.
At night by the campfire i see,
music dancing, poteen and laughter,
Great granny, granddad, great uncle, and me,
God what a hangover the morning after.
Back to the land of my ancestors i went,
T'is a land in my heart, and i'l ne'er forget,
Back to the land of my ancestors i went,
Ireland, the most beautiful place i ever was sent!
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