this verse is from the shamrock shore Our sustenance is taken away Our tithes and taxes for to pay To support that law-protected church to which they do adhere And our Irish gentry, well you know To other countries they do go And the money from all Ireland is squandered here and there But if those squires would stay at home And not to other countries roam But to build mills and factories here to employ the labouring core For if we had trade and commerce fair To me no nation could compare To that sore oppressed island that they call the Shamrock Shore
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