¶ Pitch by pitch Tom and I pretending we've got Lights
¶ Like a shining globe The world is oursuffang
¶ We are far away But we shall play
¶ If the wind blows and the birds fly Everything goes his way
I will continue serving as Gibberish
to Ireland
I will not live by ignorance
nor fight for indigence
For our mothers and fathers
are busy following disease
Gar-li-an-bor-ma-ch-ri-har-ish
Ere-na-n-yer-es-ma-n-wa
Toh-lis-ga-mar-en-ka-n-yol
No-ma-ya-wa-na-ta-un-wa-in
Hyu-wa-mi-vo-na-pin
Ha-ma-ch-ku-ush-ka-ch-way
S'pen-d-v-ki-sh-aun-ts-en-na-st-ush-in
Ch-a-na-ch-ka-mish-a-way
Ha-p-f-a-lt-ba-ch-w-ach-bo-y-a-ch-osh-der-ga-en-or-na-gu-a
Gu-f-ki-a-v-och-s-ki-a-v-ach-or-v-u-ya-en-or-di-g-rawn-en-gu-i
Fa-m-ni-n-ch-ing-s-a-v-on-t-so-w-ish-n-ur-va-mi-ch-on-i-hu-as
S'n-mish-a-v-on-a-g-a-k-mi-a-ch-an-yil-mo-ha-v-och-dru-a
S'n-n-n-a-ch-sh-or-i-t-a-r-a-n-g-a-m-or-g-un-d-ush
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Ch-a-b-e-a-n-n-sh-a-l-i-a-h-a-m-o-ch-ya-b-a-kin-ch-o-mor
Ach-sh-y-p-n-a-t-a-n-d-u-g-a-r-a-m-a-ch-yen-v-o-ch-ul-n-a-sh-aun
Ch-a-n-y-n-v-o-r-a-n-t-a-n-a-ch-a-sh-o-mo-n-a-y-t-n-o-ch-n-g-r-i-sh
Ach-y-n-g-n-o-ch-mi-k-r-a-k-an-y-n-v-a-n-a-t-a-n-y-es
Ach-f-l-s-h-y-ch-a-n-t-a-n-a-ch-a-sh-o-n-b-y-a-r-l-o-g-r-o-m-i-sh
Ach-y-n-n-m-o-t-o-w-i-n-f-a-t-e-r-f
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G-t-d-v-i-n-f-a-t-e-r-f-a-w-f-y-k-m-r-a-p-s-r-y-ch-y-n-a-sh
Ach-y-a-t-i-n-r-m-o-t-r-a-g-n-y-n-v-a-n-s-a-l-y-t-r-a-ch
G-t-d-v-i-n-f-a-t-e-r-f-a-w-f-y-k-m-r-a-p-s-r-y-ch-y-n-a-sh
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