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Our divided little country called Ireland

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Our divided little country called Ireland Lyrics by Patrick Burke.

1
Foreign Countries came to rob our Land,
And stole what they could find,
They plundered & robbed all our Children,
And left them starved behind.
The landlords came from afar as well,
This Land for to divide,
Filled their pockets with the takings
Burned down the houses on the side.
2
The Famine came in the dark of night.
Destroyed all the crops within the Fields,
Left the Families to die of hunger,
There was nothing else but weeds.
3
The coffin ships they took the rest,
To many a far off land,
But many died of foreign diseases,
On the way to the promised land.
4
Now that was ancient history
So we are told,
But our Island is still divided,
 They will never let it go.
5
Now in this new European World,
Ireland is in there as well,
When the crowd in Brussels wave their hand,
 Ireland pay back heavy,
 duty's as well.
6
The Foreign Banks have an eye on us,
And all that we might own,
If you don't pay up your dues in time,
They take all of it for their own.
Nothing has changed on that score,
Like all the crooks of long ago,
The Bandits are all  back again,
But in a  smart new suit of clothes.
7
Those days our Young Folk are leaving
this Island now in droves,
Like the Wild Geese years before them,
For Canada & God only knows,
The way things are looking now,
We’ll never see them again.
and we can only pray & hope
They will get on allright
So far away from their home.
8
So all you Irish People,
Where ever you may be,
Go back to your Irish homeland,
All together & united now I mean,
Get rid of all those Bandits,
Throw them all in to the Sea,
And make our Ireland a free land.
Where all of our People,
Can live,In Peace & Harmony.
Patrick Burke.

   
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