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Aye Curse The Day !
I Would Rather Be Cuttin' Me Peat Into Ricks
Than Doin' Anythin' To Please So Said Patrick
Some Call Him A Saint , Yet I Call Him A Sinner
I Give Me Food To Swine Than Bless His Dinner
One Who Walked Our Land , To Take It Over
Bless Our Triple Goddess With Three Leaf Clover
Bless Our Land And The Faery Held Deep Within
Bless Our Departed Ancestors And All Our Living Kin
Yet For One Who Stole Our Land In Name Of His God
I Curse Him And Any Who Walk In The Steps He Trod
Than Doin' Anythin' To Please So Said Patrick
Some Call Him A Saint , Yet I Call Him A Sinner
I Give Me Food To Swine Than Bless His Dinner
One Who Walked Our Land , To Take It Over
Bless Our Triple Goddess With Three Leaf Clover
Bless Our Land And The Faery Held Deep Within
Bless Our Departed Ancestors And All Our Living Kin
Yet For One Who Stole Our Land In Name Of His God
I Curse Him And Any Who Walk In The Steps He Trod
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