Far north of this Country i first saw light of day
In where we are born we do not have a say
In fancy now i only see Claramore
Far inland by Clara from Hibernia's shore
Like most other migrants homesickness i've known
Our feelings as such we should never disown
We must live in the now since the past it has gone
And the future ahead and time is ticking on
We are defined by our birthland would you not agree
An Irish person is all that i can be
A fact in my birth cert and facts never lie
And a brand that will be with me till the moment i die
Only in fancy i walk in the old fields again
And hear the birds sing in the drizzling Spring rain.
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