Mother Mo Chro

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It was 1962, I was two years out of school
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When I got on board a boat that was bound for Liverpool
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The day we sailed away I remember it so well
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Took a look at the North Wall and bid a fond farewell

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It's a hard thing to leave the land of your childhood
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Touched by the rivers and kissed by the sea
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The places you played with your childhood companions
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To leave dear old Ireland and Mother Mo Chro?

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Though I'm going far away and I may never return here
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There's one thing I always will keep within me
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Deep in my heart a furious devotion
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The love of old Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi

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Though I'm going away and I may never return here
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There is always one thing that I will keep within me
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Deep in my heart a furious devotion
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The love of old Ireland and Mother Mo Chroi

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On the top of the Pentonville Road I saw the sun setting
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The town laid out before me looked beautiful to me
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Away from all the sighing, the suffering and the dying
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I dreamed of the future, the young and the free

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But the years they go by quickly, now I know I can't remain here
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Where each day brings me closer to that final misery
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My kids will never scrape shit round here, and I won't die crying in a pint of beer
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I'm going back to Ireland and Mother Mo Chro?

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