This Is Ireland
This is Ireland
Patchwork of green and brown
Leprechauns dance
When darkness comes down
Thatched rooves
Woolen jumpers and drink
What a place to just sit back and think
It's past is chequred
With tales of brutal domination
Olde England's charm
Withered the entire population
But Ireland prevailed
And created the free state
A victory of sorts
As many still hate
We had our boom
Our sustained economic growth
The building trade mainly
Kept ship Ireland afloat
Our bubble did burst
As many foretold
But noone paid heed
All blinded by gold
We're struggling again
Just to make ends meet
Family after family
Turned out on the street
The governmental excuses
Are all worn thin
Old Ireland is hit
And she's slowly sinking
But what of all who done us all wrong
Justice is around the corner
Yea but the road will be long
The status quo is still intact
Drown the Celtic Tiger
To save the fat cat
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