Ireland - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IRELAND. Tune- "America." 
Land where the shamrock grows, Land where the sunburst glows, I live for thee; Thy hills are ever fair. Beauty is everywhere, Thy sons will ever dare To tight for thee. 
Sarsfield and Emmett will Live in our memory still, Urging to do What they have left undone, What they so well begun, Each patriot, sire and son Will swear to do. 
Who, when the hour is rife, Shrinks from his country's strife? ¯ Coward his name; Close to him friendship's door, Mention him nevermore, Brand him forevermore, Eternal shame. 
Then when fair liberty Crowns thee, isle of the sea, Emmett shall be Written in epitaph, Tyrants shall cease to laugh, And patriots a toast shall quaff To liberty.