This is the Irish version as recorded by The Barleycorn This land is your land, This land is my land From the northern highlands, To the western islands. From the hills of Kerry, To the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me As I went walking, by the Shannon waters Hand in hand with my little daughter Hear the church bells ringing nd the children singing This land was made for you and me This land is your land, This land is my land From the northern highlands, To the western islands. From the hills of Kerry, To the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me I climbed the mountain By the crystal fountains And I heard a great roar From the rocky seashore Her eyes were gleaming, She said "Oh daddy" This land was made for you and me This land is your land, This land is my land From the northern highlands, To the western islands. From the hills of Kerry, To the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me I walked her home by The old church steeple Proud of my country Proud of my people From the men who cried there To the men who died there singing that This land was made for you and me This land is your land, This land is my land From the northern highlands, To the western islands. From the hills of Kerry, To the streets of Free Derry, This land was made for you and me
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