Erins Green Isle 1798
They live in fear in Ireland.
Their sin is ' wearing of the green.'
St. Patricks shamrock is now banned.
A National Emblem caught between,
Sweet Erins pride, and Englands stand
Against the green, and to demean.
Then rule the Gaels with iron hand.
Beyond the pale lifes unforseen.
It's freedom that, life does demand.
So paradise on earth would mean.
Sail Westward to a distant land,
Where Irelands shamrock can be seen
Those colonists will understand
Why Irish eyes smile so serene.
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