"Song Of The Backwoods" lyrics
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Deep in Canadian woods we met from one bright island flown
Great was the land we tread but yet our hearts are with our own
And ere we live this shanty small while fades the autumn day
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
To know that brave and good men tried to snap her rusty chain
That patriots suffer'd, martyrs died and all 'tis said in vain
But no, boys, no! A glance will show how far they've won their way
Here's good old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Happy and bright are groups that pass from peaceful homes for miles
Or fields and roads and hills to mask when Sunday morning smiles
And deep the zeal that true hearts feel how low they kneel to pray
Oh dear old Ireland, blessed old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Deep in Canadian woods we met from one bright island flown
Great was the land we tread but yet our hearts are with our own
And ere we live this shanty small while fades the autumn day
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
To know that brave and good men tried to snap her rusty chain
That patriots suffer'd, martyrs died and all 'tis said in vain
But no, boys, no! A glance will show how far they've won their way
Here's good old Ireland, loved old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Happy and bright are groups that pass from peaceful homes for miles
Or fields and roads and hills to mask when Sunday morning smiles
And deep the zeal that true hearts feel how low they kneel to pray
Oh dear old Ireland, blessed old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
Ireland, boys, hooray! Ireland, boys, hooray!
We'll toast old Ireland, dear old Ireland, Ireland, boys, hooray!
