It's Ireland for the Irish
Eire 'Til the end of days
When the rain falls in Ireland
It falls on Irish Graves
From Dublin Pale to the troubled lands
Every inch's been been bought and paid
By Irish love and Irish blood
And sacrifice ever made
It's Ireland for the Irish
Eire to the end of days
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