[00:08.22]If you ever go across the sea to Ireland,
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[00:14.77]Then maybe at the closing of your day;
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[00:21.51]You will sit and watch the moonrise over Claddagh,
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[00:29.83]And watch the barefoot gossoons at their play
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[00:37.81]Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
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[00:44.68]The women in the meadows making hay;
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[00:51.17]And to sit beside a turf fire in the cabin,
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[00:59.49]And see the sun go down on Galway Bay,
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[01:13.23]For the breezes blowing o'er the seas from Ireland,
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[01:20.02]Are perfum'd by the heather as they blow;
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[01:27.45]And the women in the uplands diggin' praties,
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[01:35.44]Speak a language that the strangers do not know,
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[01:43.74]For the strangers came and tried to teach their way
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[01:50.23]They scorn'd us just for being what we are;
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[01:57.00]But they might as well go chasing after moonbeams,
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[02:04.44]Or light a penny candle from a star.
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[02:12.82]And if there is going to be a life hereafter,
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[02:20.66]And somehow I am sure there's going to be;
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[02:28.67]I will ask my God to let me make my heaven,
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[02:38.54]In that dear land across the Irish sea.