They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair
No stream like the Liffey can ever compare,
If it's water you want, you'll find nothing more rare
Than the stuff they make down by the ocean.

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The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide (great joy of my heart)
Long may it flow between England and me
It's a sure guarantee that some hour we'll be free
Oh, thank God we're surrounded by water.

Tom Moore made his "Waters" meet fame and reknown
A great lover of anything dressed in a crown
In brandy the bandy old Saxon he'd drown
But throw ne'er a one in the ocean.

The Scots have their Whisky, the Welch have their speech
And their poets are paid about tenpence a week
Provided no hard words on England they speak
Oh Lord, what a price for devotion.

The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do
Their aim was to plunder, the old Irish theyed slew,
"Yeh will in yer vikings" said Brian Boru
And threw them back into the ocean.

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Two foreign awl monarchs in battle did join
Each wanting his head on the back of a coin;
If the Irish had sense they'd drown both in the Boyne
And partition throw into the ocean.

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