Dear Ould Ireland - The Irish Rovers

In Pennsylvanian woods we’ve met from one bright island flown

Great is the land we tread, but yet out heart is with our own

And ere we leave this shanty small while fades the autumn day

We’ll toast old Ireland dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

We’ve heard her faults a hundred times, the new ones and the old

In songs and sermons, rants andrhymes, enlarged some fifty-fold

But take them all, the great and small, and this we’ve got to say:

Here’s loved old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

We know that brave and true men tried to crack her rusty chain

The patriots suffered, the martyrs died, and all 'tis said in vain

But no boy, no, a glance will show, how far they’ve won their way

Here’s brave old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

We’ve seen the wedding and the wake, the patron and the fair

Lithe young frames and the dear old games in the kindly Irish air

And the loud «Harroo» we have heard it too, and the thundering «Clear the way!»

Here’s gay old ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

In Pennsylvanian woods we’ve met and may never see again

The dear old land where our hearts are set and our first fond hopes remain

But come, fill up another cup, and with every sup we’ll say

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray

Ireland boys hooray, oh Ireland boys hooray

We’ll toast old Ireland, Dear old Ireland, Ireland boys hooray