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[C]Where is the man that does not love the[G] land where[D] he was[G] born,,,[G7]
Who[C] does not think of it with
pride, no[G] matter[D] how for[G]lorn?
I[F] on[C]ly[G] know that[C] I[G] love[Am] mine, and[D7] long again to[G] see,,[G7]
O[C]ppression
from it banished, and old[G] Ireland once more[C] free.
CHORUS: Let friends all turn against me, let foes say what
they will,
My heart is with my country. I love old Ireland still.
You'll find no better island if you search the
wide world o'er;
And yet she's sneered at and despised, because her offspring's poor!
If she could only have the wealth
that lies beneath her soil,
She'd once more prosper, and her sons might live by honest toil.
There's not an Irishman
today would ever wish to roam
Into a foreign land to live, if he could live at home.
Then give her liberty, and let
her banner be unfurled,
Then Ireland and her sons may prove a credit to the world
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