"Déanta In Éireann" lyrics

Well oft-times we grumble and oft-times we groan
And oft-times we sit and we whinge and we moan
Of how our sons and daughters are forced to leave home
And bid farewell to ould Erin.
In their hundreds and thousands, in gangs and in droves
Well they're packin' their bags as they take to the road
In some far distant land there's a life they are owed
For you know they won't get it in Erin

Well its not a long journey, in the space of one day
You can find yourself somewhere that's far far away
Where the sun often shines and it seldom is grey
In direct opposition to Erin
You can then find a place not much rent for to give
Large, big and comfy, not a bad place to live
Not a dank one-roomed hovel for one thousand quid
Like the ones that they'll rent you in Erin

Now, you may talk like a peasant, you may talk like a snob
But when they hear your brogue sure they'll throw you a job
You are Gaelic, exotic, and you'll make their hearts throb
For you come from the land of ould Erin
Your people were warriors, your people were Gaels
You withstood the Empire with your old ancient ways
You survived the famine, you've seen some dark days
Let's drink to the health of ould Erin

Now life can be easy, life can be a sport
Set up in the New World with a golden passport
Free drink and kudos your eternal reward
But your heart sinks when you think upon Erin
For you miss all the slaggin', and "For Jaysis' sake"
All the hot bowls of coddle that your ma used to make
And the misdirected respect you find hard to take
For you're only ashamed of ould Erin

Where the people are weak, and the people are spent
From running in circles till their legs they are bent
Lamenting the price of the petrol and the rent
Ah we're slow to learn in ould Erin
And the green rag that's tied round our ears and our eyes
Well it stops us from tellin' the truth from the lies
For competitional patience we'd win the first prize
For we're too easy going in Erin

Where fools and madmen they do as they please
The pennies in our hands they laugh as they seize
Give away all that's ours to flash companies
As we beg for the scraps in ould Erin
We uphold the cult of the canny cute hoor
Who steals from the mouths of the weak and the poor
These charlatans, knaves, three-card trickmen and boors
Well they're running the show in ould Erin

With their cheap talk they fooled us, we were sold, we were had
They took us by the hand and they led us to bed
Bent us right over, punched us in the head
And they took us right up the ould Erin
We awake in the mornings with heads that are sore
In the Dáil sit the pimps, we are the whores
We cannot lie back and take this anymore
Things must come to a head in ould Erin

So if you're in Australia or Amerikay,
And they drink to ould Erin, well what can ya say?
That your people aren't warriors, nor are they saints
But we should uphold our high reputation
For it's not too late to fight back and these tyrants eject
Take back what's ours from these primates erect
Our purpose, our lives, and our own self-respect
Then we'd have somethin' to be proud of in Erin.