
Son of Ireland The High Kings
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[Verse]
I woke up in my cell today
Four walls where I'm confined
With shackles on my wrist and feet
They cannot chain my mind
For I was born a patriot
Of scholars, and of saints
I'll be a son of Ireland
Until my dyin' day
Born unto
A father who
Would work 'til his hands bled;
I woke up in my cell today
Four walls where I'm confined
With shackles on my wrist and feet
They cannot chain my mind
For I was born a patriot
Of scholars, and of saints
I'll be a son of Ireland
Until my dyin' day
Born unto
A father who
Would work 'til his hands bled;
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