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Ireland... is it but a notion Of a land that never was... But in the dreams of our dreamers... Who had those dreams because... The reality of no land Was for them too much to bear... And so where there was no land... They imagined one for themselves there... The isle of saints and of scholars... A land of Gaelic and Green A land where all were of Royalty... Was it a land that has never has been? The land of the Celtic Tiger... So silent to most was its roar... To those deaf to its bellowing Life was just as before... Lots of work and little pay... Give all of your money for rent... Dont complain... no but be grateful... Shut the hell up and be content. Never get to own your own home Though you pay as much to live in a flat... Think of the money you'd save and could squander If you moved into a squat! The Ireland of dreams and of dreamers Aye, it is an Island of Dreams The truth is sen in today and tomorrow... Nothing is as green as it seems... To get ahead once again the Irish Toforiegn lands will have to fly As the Slav from the east makes a new life in Erin The Gael in America will die... For that is capitalism It consumes a nation: whole Displaces entire peoples... Destroys a nations soul... But Erin is resilliant We will absorb like before And evolve to Slavo - Celts in the furture And a future we will have once more... So heres to the Irish and Erin And her children all over the world flung To our language, our culture our heritage Here is to our native tongue... In fity years time we may speak Polish or Russian Though now it seems almost absurd Wouldn't it be great that those who forced us to lose our language Would find on our island of theirs not one word?