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WE'LL TAKE YOU BACK TO IRELAND
As sung by the McNulty Family

1. I'm thirty-seven hundred miles from the land across the foam
That an Irishman, where'er he roams, will always call his home.
As céad míle fáilte, there's an open door for all,
From the silver strands in Kerry to the rocks in Donegal.
No matter where you come from, be it Yankee land or Spain,
You're welcome to the castle or the cottage just the same.
Hospitality's a watchword to country, creed, or name,
But a welcome to an Irishman when on his own domain.

2. Some glorious Independence Day, we'll sail across the foam
With a gun-bore decked with shamrock from your dear old native home.
We'll nail Old Glory to the mast in honor of your name,
And we'll salute the Statue of Liberty with the battleship Sinn Féin.
Then we'll take you back to Ireland, your father's place of birth.
We'll show you why your mother called it the grandest place on earth,
Where they shake the stranger by the hand and greet you with a smile.
Those are the kind of friends you meet when you visit Erin's isle.

3. There's not a nationality in this great USA
But'll love the land that gave them birth, though it be far away.
They talk of it, they pray for it, and they tell you it's so grand,
But the nearest place to heaven, I think, is dear old Ireland.
Then we'll take you back to Ireland, your father's place of birth.
We'll show you why your mother called it the grandest place on earth.
We'll raise a tune to Patrick Pearse who faced death with a smile
When he raised the arms white and green o'er dear old Erin's isle.

[Repeat last 4 lines.]