Their Dignity and Pride: the Irish

No other man could say with pride How honored t’was to be That though they suffered hunger And through their poverty They still stood tall, to fight them all The rest… is history Now, turn the pages back some time On an island far from here Where English Lords forced a nation To sea or to live with fear They pushed away, even still today But, the Irish pride is clear Through all the outward signs of hate Too, in Boston, where they fled All of the Beacon Hill residents Just wished the Irish dead But, they prevailed, as soon they hailed The pride of Irish bred Despite their constant struggles They never chose to hide For they knew just who they were And wore it then with pride As years went on, the Irish son In America did reside They were soon to hold their office Also Police in New York blue For they were of the people, proud That held the laws then true Enforcing rules and teachers at schools As the Irish got their due Yet, still they’re given just one day While a month unto another But, yet the Irish smile with pride Not standing under cover They’d never duck, with their Irish luck To share with non-Irish brothers