NO IRISH WANTED HERE.
Words by Edward Harrigan.
oh! I'm an Irish laborer,
I'm hardy, stout and strong;
And idleness I never loved,
To our race it don't belong.
I've still the strength and will to toil,
For the wants of life are dear;
But tould, whene'er I ax for work,
No Irish wanted here i
You might think it a misfortune
To be christened Pat or Dan;
To me it is a blessing to be called an Irishman;
For I may live to see the day,
Twill come, oh! never fear,
When ignorance gives place to sense,
And you'll welcome Irish here-
Ah! tis then you'll welcome Irish here!
Whin your country was in danger,
A few short years ago,
Ye was not so particular
About who would fight the foe;
Whin men were needed for the ranks,
To preserve the rights so dear,
Among the bravest of the brave,
It was, Irish wanted here!-Chorus.
For generous hearts and charity,
Ye may search the world around.
Poor Paddy's hospitality.
Sure its like was never found.
He'd give the clothes from off his back,
His blood for friends so dear;
But prejudice and envy vile says,
No Irish wanted here!-Chorus.
Oh! let your hearts be kind and just.
And help Paddy from the wall;
For God in heav'n made the world,
With lots of room for all.
Let us stretch our bands across the sea,
To the green old Isle so dear,
And give the Irish boys and girls
Glad welcome over here!-Chorus.