Shamrock Shore
Karan Casey;Niall Vallely;Robbie Overson Lyrics

You brave young sons of Erin's Isle
Addressing the fearless men of the land of Ireland

I hope you will attend awhile
I hope you will listen to what I'm about to say

'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate
I am going to narrate the sufferings endured by Ireland

'Twas black and cursed was the day
That day was an unfortunate and cursed one

When our parliament was taken away
When the parliament of Ireland was abolished

And all of our griefs and sufferings commences from that day
All the miseries of Ireland stem from that event

For our hardy sons and daughters fair
For the valiant men and women of Ireland

To other countries must repair
Have to go to other lands to make a living

And leave their native land behind in sorrow to deplore
Leaving their homeland with a heavy heart full of grief

Fo seek employment they must roam
They have to wander to find work

Far, far away from the native home
Far away from their beloved motherland

From that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
From the suffering and subjugated land known as Ireland

Now Ireland is with plenty blessed
Ireland is abundant and bountiful

But the people, we are sore oppressed
But people are under extreme oppression

All by those cursed tyrants we are forced for to obey
Under those tyrannical rulers, we are compelled to obey

Some haughty landlords for to please
To appease some proud landlords

Our houses and our lands they'll seize
They will grab our homes and farms

To put fifty farms into one and take us all away
They merge fifty farms into one and remove us all

Regardless of the widow's sighs
Without any consideration of the mourning widows

The mother's tears and orphan's cries
Ignoring the tears of the mothers and the cries of the orphans

In thousands we were driven from home which grieves my heart full sore
Thousands of us left our homes, which saddens me deeply

We were forced by famine and disease
Famine and diseases coerced us

To emigrate across the seas
To travel abroad and settle down

From that sore, oppressed island that they called the shamrock shore
From the tormented and anguished island known as Ireland

Our sustenance all taken away
Our means of livelihood were snatched away

The tithes and taxes for to pay
To pay the levies and taxes

To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere
To fund the law-protected church they adhere to

And our Irish gentry, well you know
And you all know about our Irish elites

To other countries they do go
They emigrate to other lands

And the money from old Ireland they squandered here and there
And they waste the money of Ireland here and there

For if our squires would stay at home
If our lords stayed back in Ireland

And not to other countries roam
And not emigrate to other lands

But to build mills and factories here to employ the laboring poor
If they built factories and mills in Ireland to provide jobs for the poor

For if we had trade and commerce here
If we had commerce and trade in Ireland

To me no nation could compare
Ireland would surpass all other nations

To that sore, oppressed island that they call the shamrock shore
Back to the suffering and subjugated land known as Ireland

John Bull, he boasts, he laughs with scorn
John Bull, the British, despise and ridicule us

And he says that Irishman is born
They say that the Irish are born

To be always discontented for at home we cannot agree
To be inherently discontented and never agree when at home

But we'll banish the tyrants from our land
But we will expel the tyrants from our land

And in harmony like sisters stand
And stand in unison like sisters

To demand the rights of Ireland, let us all united be
Let us unite and demand Ireland's rights

And our parliament in College Green
And let Ireland's parliament convene in College Green

For to assemble, it will be seen
To gather and deliberate

And happy days in Erin's Isle we soon will have once more
Ireland will soon witness joyful times again

And dear old Ireland soon will be
And the beloved old Ireland will soon be

A great and glorious country
A wonderful and magnificent country

And peace and blessings soon will smile all around the shamrock shore
And peace and prosperity will dawn upon the hapless and mistreated land of Ireland