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If You Ever Go To Ireland

We’ll Steal Your Heart Away

If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
It maybe at the closin’ of your day
You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh
And see the sun go down on Galway Bay.

To hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay,
To sit beside the turf fire in the cabin
And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play.

For the breezes blow across the sea from Ireland
Are perfumed by the heather as they blow.
And the women in the upland diggin’ praties
Speak a language that the strangers do not know.

For the strangers came and tried to teach us their way,
They scorned us for bein’ what we are,
But they might as well go chasin’ after moon beams,
Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there’s going to be a life hereafter,
And somehow I am sure there’s going to be,
I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
In that dear land across the Irish sea.

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MY JOURNEY THROUGH LIFE IN IRELAND

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