Irish Glee
Sprang from the earth
And all its salty meadows
Down with the dirt
And hearty bellows
Drunken fighting and pride
A warriors code to abide
We singing fellows
Shipping out to new day
Setting off to make a way
With hands outreached
Pasty colors and golden red
Tumbling, tossing, gripping
Here to make our stay
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