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Welcome Home to Ireland Boy
Walking through Tacumshane
Early Easter Monday morning
I saw the spirit of a man
Like dust through amber light
He pointed to his left at
What appeared to be
A billion so flashing lives
All Irish proud and free
They may have left the Island
But their names remain the same
I've been dead awhile my friend
But our blood runs through your veins
Then he introduced him self to me
Informally as John Barry
And having been a sailor once
I knew exactly who he was
Welcome home to Ireland boy
you've been gone awhile
Fed your hunger in America
Made your children proud
Built railroads and skyscrapers
With your strong and gentle hands
Fought valiantly for mankind
Time and time again
Delivered speaches that inspired
Generations and change
They might have left they Island
But their names raimain the same
Driven far away from county Wexford
When he was just a lad
They set fire to the family cottage
And then they settled on their land
But when they tried to advance
Up and over Bunker Hill
Paddy had an army with em
Shot those Red Coats back to hell
Who gives a damn about the body
When it's time we all return
Free to roam untouched beaches
In the back garden of our home
Welcome home again my son
And he winked and disappeared
So don't you laugh young Ireland
When you hear them say
My Great Granny was from Meath
Just be fornate your Irish arse
Never had to leave
Early Easter Monday morning
I saw the spirit of a man
Like dust through amber light
He pointed to his left at
What appeared to be
A billion so flashing lives
All Irish proud and free
They may have left the Island
But their names remain the same
I've been dead awhile my friend
But our blood runs through your veins
Then he introduced him self to me
Informally as John Barry
And having been a sailor once
I knew exactly who he was
Welcome home to Ireland boy
you've been gone awhile
Fed your hunger in America
Made your children proud
Built railroads and skyscrapers
With your strong and gentle hands
Fought valiantly for mankind
Time and time again
Delivered speaches that inspired
Generations and change
They might have left they Island
But their names raimain the same
Driven far away from county Wexford
When he was just a lad
They set fire to the family cottage
And then they settled on their land
But when they tried to advance
Up and over Bunker Hill
Paddy had an army with em
Shot those Red Coats back to hell
Who gives a damn about the body
When it's time we all return
Free to roam untouched beaches
In the back garden of our home
Welcome home again my son
And he winked and disappeared
So don't you laugh young Ireland
When you hear them say
My Great Granny was from Meath
Just be fornate your Irish arse
Never had to leave
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