American Old Time Song Lyrics: 17 Ireland
Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 17
IRELAND.
Tune- "America."
Land where the shamrock grows,
Land where the sunburst glows,
I live for thee;
Thy hills are ever fair.
Beauty is everywhere,
Thy sons will ever dare
To tight for thee.
Sarsfield and Emmett will
Live in our memory still,
Urging to do
What they have left undone,
What they so well begun,
Each patriot, sire and son
Will swear to do.
Who, when the hour is rife,
Shrinks from his country's strife?
¯ Coward his name;
Close to him friendship's door,
Mention him nevermore,
Brand him forevermore,
Eternal shame.
Then when fair liberty
Crowns thee, isle of the sea,
Emmett shall be
Written in epitaph,
Tyrants shall cease to laugh,
And patriots a toast shall quaff
To liberty.