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Fair Ireland

アーティスト:Peter, Paul & Mary  アルバム:Flowers And Stones 

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They build bombs and aim their pistols in the shadow of the cross And they swear an oath of vengeance to the martyrs they have lost But they pray for peace on Sundays with a rosary in each hand It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland It's long memories and short tempers that have cursed poor Ireland We have cousins on the old sod and we don't forget our kin From Boston we send more guns and we tell them they can win Then we turn back to our green beer and to MacNamara's Band It's true friends with false perceptions that have cursed poor Ireland True friends with false perceptions that have cursed poor Ireland They weave tales of wit and magic and their songs are strong and free But they fail to hear each other, prisoners of history Orange flags wave for the


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