Тональность: Gb major
Verse 1
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My feet are here on Broadway,
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this blessed harvest morn,
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And oh, the ache that's in them,
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for the place where I was born.
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My weary hands are blistered
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from work in cold and heat,
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But, to swing aside today
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Through fields of Irish wheat
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Had I the chance to wander back
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Or own a king's abode
I'd sooner cede the
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Down the old cobbled road
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Each human heart must know it's grief,
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though heavy be the load.
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So blood be with you, Ireland,
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and the Old Bob Road.
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