Lyrics:
We stopped in the church of Ireland
And prayed to our father
And climbed up the mountainside
With fire in our hearts
And we walked all the way
and move on
I was standing there in silence
In a church somewhere in Ireland
It was there I was reminded
The mistakes that I collected
And the people
whore you'll meet
When I was in Ireland in the church
I was good with God and with the Saints
When I was in Ireland in the church I was so damn good with
Last night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision
almost threadbare at the knees
A Sam Browne belt with the
Buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been
Empty many's a day
But when men claim Ireland's
Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and
I followed
Piled high above her bed,
And Ferns Church was crowded
When her funeral Mass was read.
And here was I on Broadway
A-building bricks per load.
When they
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his
You brave young sons of Erin's Isle
I hope you will attend awhile
'Tis the wrongs of dear old Ireland I am going to relate
'Twas black and cursed
the world
Ireland girl yeah yeah
I met her in church yeah yeah
Took her to the club
Where we found love
One of a kind with a slim thick body
African girl
Last night as I lay dreamin'
Of pleasant days gone by
Me mind bein' bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and
I followed
at the knees
A Sam Browne belt with buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty many a day
When men claim Ireland's freedom
The one should choose
at the knees
A Sam Browne belt with buckle big and strong
And a holster that's been empty many a day
When men claim Ireland's freedom
The one should choose
this is my church
it stands so tall and proud
it has done for all time
it has no walls
yet it's vast halls
reach from shore to shore
to whatever
Please let me go to my Ireland Home
And I'm taking my cousins with me
Take me to where the beaches are gold
And where the sheep guard the sea
I'd
and
The riffles crash
To the rattle of a Thompson gun
And when the war is over
And dear old Ireland is free
I'll take her to the church to wed
And a rebel's wife
One night as I lay dreaming
Of pleasant days gone by
My mind was bent on rambling
To Ireland I did fly
I stepped on a vision and
I followed with
IÂ'd twist the orders
And put confusion on the soldier boys
To Northern Ireland for summer training
Near to Lough Foyle not far from Derry town
To get
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
Me mind being bent on rambling, to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision, and I
Last night as I lay dreaming of pleasant days gone by
My mind being bent on rambling to Ireland I did fly
I stepped on board a vision and I followed
I am the arrow of the ace of Ireland, I am the iron in the Irish soul
On any man's hand, on the dagger of Dublin, there's a point to the spirit, but
Ireland's sons and daughters and
Friends assembled there.
The young and the old, the brave and
The bold cametheir dutie to fulfill
At the Parish Church in
Kilkelly Ireland, eighteen and sixty, my dear and lovin' son John
Your good friend the Schoolmaster, Pat McNamara's, so good as to write these words
Saint Patrick was a gentleman, he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church and on it put a steeple
His father was a Callahan, his
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