"We Are The Irish" lyrics

"We Are The Irish"

Like chaff in the wind, we were cast from aul shores
As emigrants, as exiles, as convicts, as slaves
For hundreds of years, Ireland never saw peace
From the land that they loved, they were forced o'er the seas
As soldiers of fortune in the Irish brigades
All in regiments, condemned to the wars and the graves
The soldiers, the sailors, the wild geese and weavers
The rebels, the heroes, the helpless, the brave

We are the Irish, all over the world
My heart is with you, may the road rise to meet you
With God's hand to keep you from harm
I will be with you always
All the days, till the Sun and the Moon and the stars in the sky
Cease to shine

Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
Aye aye aye, aye aye aye aye aye

Oh, they left their homes so eerie and still
Generations were forced from the land that they loved
Their commerce all stifled, their industries run down
By taxes and landlords and governments that ruled
From wars and disease, as religious refugees
Are fleeing the cruel penal laws and decrees
The hollers of hunger has torn us asunder
The young and the old are all scattered and gone

We are the Irish, all over the world
My heart is with you, may the rise to meet you
With God's hand to keep you from harm
I will be with you always
All the days, till the Sun and the Moon and the stars in the sky
Cease to shine

Aye aye aye, aye aye aye
Aye aye aye, aye aye aye aye aye, aye


Writer(s): Brian Warfiel
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