I am a true Irishman, but there I was not born. I'm living here in places far across the native foam. I'd like to sit and have a drink and tell you of me day I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I went to see me girl friend good morning to her says I Ach, go away ya traitor for you'll tell to me no lies. You scorned my name with nothing, But shame with your bed on your back Get on your bike and hit the road I won't be taking ya back.
I am a true Irishman, but there I was not born. I'm living here in places far across the native foam. I'd like to sit and have a drink and tell you of me day I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I went inside a session from night to early morn. The music got inside my heart. My soul it had to play, In between the fiddle and flute with a smile upon me face, And the emptiness inside me heart the music did replace.
Well, I may travel far and wide and wander off astray, But an Irishman, it's in his heart and there will always stay. I'll bring the spirit with me and wander far away And I'll bring it back again then I might just stay.
I am a true Irishman, but there I was not born. I'm living here in places far across the native foam. I'd like to sit and have a drink and tell you of me day I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I am a true Irishman, but there I was not born. I'm living here in places far across the native foam. I'd like to sit and have a drink and tell you of me day I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
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