Shop Til Ye Drop
It’s the fourth of July and the stores are all open
Freedom to shop and to work if you care
It used to be nice when we all had it made
Grabbed up the kids and went to parades
Held hands to our hearts and thanked all the vets
Cheered all the bands all our neighbors we met
Knew the names of their kindred as well as our own
Cherished our ways of getting along
And everyone knew all the words to the song
Nothing for nothing but it seems to me
Something is missed in this land of the free
Back then we wanted to be all the same
Now cherishing differences seems all the game
Yet Ahmed O’Reilly’s an American name
And Finkelstein Finley will tell ye of fame
Breed’s Hill wasn’t fought by people all born here
And most of the signers of papers we awe
Lost all their possessions in fighting that war
So we could go shopping and treat this fine day
As if it was nothing and put it away
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