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