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Erin Go Bragh - text

Uncle Sam, as you know,
changed our names long ago.
When we got to Americas door.
And we slaved and we cowed,
and we begged and we bowed.
For a dime and a place on the floor.

Now Chicago it rings
with the old songs and things,
that the Irish we brought to this shore.
And there’s no one to say
Paddy you go away.
Now it’s Erin go Bragh ever more.

Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Go Bragh...

In the pubs far and near
there is music and beer.
Any time of the bright blessed day.
And our dancers they skip
with their hands at their hips.
While the pipes and the old fiddlers play.

And our voices resound through
the halls of the town.
All the way to the president’s door.
We were hungry and small
but we conquered it all.
Now it’s Erin go Bragh ever more.

Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Erin go Bragh...
Go Bragh...

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