Déanta in Éireann Lankum

Well oft-times we grumble and oft-times we groan,
And oft-times we sit and we whinge and we moan,
Of how our sons and daughters are forced to leave home,
And bid farewell to ould Éireann.
In their hundreds and thousands, in gangs and in droves,
Well their packing their bags and they take to the road,
In some far distant land there’s a life they are owed,
For you know they won’t get it in Éireann.

Well its not a long journey, in the space of one day,
You can find yourself somewhere that’s far far away,
Where the sun often shines and it seldom is grey,
In direct opposition to Éireann.
You can then find a place not much rent for to give,
Large, big and comfy, not a bad place to live,
Not a dank one-roomed hovel for one thousand quid,
Like the ones that they’ll rent you in Éireann.

You may talk like a peasant, you may talk like a snob,
But when they hear your brogue sure they’ll throw you a job,
You are Gaelic, exotic, and you’ll make their hearts throb,
For you come from the land of ould Éireann.
Your people were warriors, your people were Gaels,
You withstood the Empire with your old ancient ways,
You survived the famine, you’ve seen some dark days,
Let’s drink to the health of ould Éireann.