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                    Our Mother, Ireland
                                
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                OUR MOTHER, IRELAND
 
 
We left ye by the thousands
 
Left ye as Our Mother
 
Faces gaunt, holding each other
 
Clutching at whatever warmth we could
 
 
Ye had more than enough milk
 
But our bastard father sold it to feed his own head
 
Sold it outright, leaving the children for dead
 
Not a true father at all
 
 
When ye tried to divorce him
 
His wrath beat all
 
Never thought ye or us good enough
 
Evicted us onto the streets, he did
 
Out of our cottages, out of the bogs
 
Away from the land
 
That nutures our souls
 
 
Pushed us onto boats sailing for parts unknown
 
And so we came to stay
 
In Australia, Canada, Amerikay
 
Crossed the Seas to beg whoever would take us
 
Break us, make us
 
 
Expatriotism for the Irish masses
 
Father England, kiss our asses
 
Get ye off of Irish soil
 
For ye be the cause of the great turmoil
 
 
Ireland, Our Mother 
 
We cried for ye in the night
 
Yer magic ripped from us
 
We sobbed for ye bitter
 
So hard to grow, to sow, to know
 
Without a Mother's love
 
 
Our Mother, Ireland
 
We pray to ye
 
Recognize yer children
 
Return us to yer fold
 
Teach us the way of the Ones of Olde
 
 
We look to 
 
The sod for nourishment
 
The turf, for warmth
 
The skies, for rain
 
The ocean, for life
 
The air, for breath
 
The lakes, for beauty
 
The rocks, for endurance
 
 
We celebrate and honor
 
Ye, Mother Ireland
 
For giving birth to us
 
For holding us to ye
 
Though on distant shores
 
We love ye more
 
Than Life itself
 
 
To be of Ireland
 
Is to be all                
                
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