作词 : Karan Casey You brave young sons of Erin's Isle I hope you will attend awhile 'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate 'Twas black and cursed was the day When our parliament was taken away And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day For our hardy sons and daughters fair To other countries must repair And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore Fo seek employment they must roam Far, far away from the native home From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore Now Ireland is with plenty blessed But the people, we are sore oppressed All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey Some haughty landlords for to please Our houses and our lands they'll seize To put fifty farms into one and take us all away Regardless of the widow's sighs The mother's tears and orphan's cries In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore We were forced by famine and disease To emigrate across the seas From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore Our sustenance all taken away The tithes and taxes for to pay To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere And our Irish gentry, well you know To other countries they do go And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there For if our squires would stay at home And not to other countries roam But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor For if we had trade and commerce here To me no nation could compare To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn And he says that Irishman is born To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree But we'll banish the tyrants from our land And in harmony like sisters stand To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be And our parliament in College Green For to assemble, it will be seen And happy days in Erin's Isle we soon will have once more And dear old Ireland soon will be A great and glorious country And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore
作词 : Karan Casey You brave young sons of Erin's Isle I hope you will attend awhile 'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate 'Twas black and cursed was the day When our parliament was taken away And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day For our hardy sons and daughters fair To other countries must repair And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore Fo seek employment they must roam Far, far away from the native home From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore Now Ireland is with plenty blessed But the people, we are sore oppressed All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey Some haughty landlords for to please Our houses and our lands they'll seize To put fifty farms into one and take us all away Regardless of the widow's sighs The mother's tears and orphan's cries In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore We were forced by famine and disease To emigrate across the seas From that sore, opressed island that they called the shamrock shore Our sustenance all taken away The tithes and taxes for to pay To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere And our Irish gentry, well you know To other countries they do go And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there For if our squires would stay at home And not to other countries roam But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor For if we had trade and commerce here To me no nation could compare To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn And he says that Irishman is born To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree But we'll banish the tyrants from our land And in harmony like sisters stand To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be And our parliament in College Green For to assemble, it will be seen And happy days in Erin's Isle we soon will have once more And dear old Ireland soon will be A great and glorious country And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore
