Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Nina Mark Westphal 
The Hunger has come and will not leave My fair city of Newry A better life is what I seek for me and my family 
So I come with nothing, left everything in a coffin ship is where I've been My parents gone, but now its over with the lady calling us in 
A place where liberty is for the rich and poor and a man can own his own land Where men are free and there's plenty to eat and you don't fear the knock at your door 
No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here 
Walking the streets, I hear the babble "Watch out ya god-damned Mic They're dirty, lazy and breed like cattle and they're all the Pope's Catholics" 
I've checked the mills, I've checked the stores I've checked the factories The answers the same, it doesn't change We've got work but none for you 
No Irish Need Apply We don't hire your kind Now if you will, hit the hills If you don't mind 
My kin fell at Gettysburg and Antietam The wall at Fredericksburg did not discriminate We were all Americans when we fought with General Meagher and the Irish Brigade 
The sign on the tavern door Said "No Dogs or Irish Served" They hate me and I can't understand Cause I've never been there before 
No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here 
Oh learn something, all you Know Nothings I tell you I'm a man I love my family, I love this country and I'll make if I can 
Oh Ireland is a sad land 
with no peace or liberty but all men are not created equal in this land of the free 
No Irish Need Apply We don't hire your kind Now if you will, hit the hills If you don't mind 
No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here