Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Ireland, is it but a Notion?
Of a
land that never was...
But in the
dreams of our
dreamers...
Who had those dreams because...
The reality of no land
Was for them too much to bear...
And so where there was no land...
They imagined one for themselves there...
The isle of saints and of scholars...
A land of Gaelic and Green
A land where all were of Royalty...
Was it a land that has never has been?
The land of the Celtic Tiger...
So silent to most was its roar...
To those deaf to its bellowing
Life was just as before...
Lots of work and little pay...
Give all of your
money for rent...
Dont complain... no but be grateful...
Shut the hell up and be content.
Never get to own your own home
Though you pay as much to live in a flat...
Think of the money you’d save and could squander
If you moved into a squat!
The Ireland of dreams and of dreamers
Aye, it is an
Island of Dreams
The truth is sen in today and tomorrow...
Nothing is as green as it seems...
To get ahead once again the Irish
Toforiegn lands will have to fly
As the Slav from the east makes a new life in Erin
The Gael in America will die...
For that is capitalism
It consumes a nation: whole
Displaces entire peoples...
Destroys a nations soul...
But Erin is resilliant
We will absorb like before
And evolve to Slavo - Celts in the furture
And a fututre we will have once more...
So heres to the Irish and Erin
And her children all over the world flung
To our
language, our culture our heritage
Here is to our native tongue...
In fity years time we may speak Polish or Russian
Though now it seems almost absurd
Wouldn’t it be great that those who forced us to lose our language
Would find on our island of theirs not one word?
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