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The Irish Brigade Live
A Father’s Blessing
Children's laughter, children's tears,
Childish joys of childhood years,
All these memories of our once happy home.
It’s not death that brings the pain,
I would face it all again,
But it grieves me so to leave you all along.
Do the wee ones still sigh
When they hear their daddy's name?
Do they sadly ask you why I won't be home again?
Oh, how hard it is to know I'll never see them grow!
Let my dying bring for them a better land.
May they never know the fears
That blighted my young years
Of the shackles that have bound my native land,
May they see the joy of life
And not cruel civil strife,
Foreign laws imposed by brutal strangers hands.
Do the wee ones still sigh
When they hear their daddy's name?
Do they sadly ask you why I won't be home again?
Oh, how hard it is to know I'll never see them grow!
Let my dying bring for them a better land.
Let them grow in love and truth
Let them blossom into youth
Guided by their mother's loving hand,
Let them cherish Ireland's pride,
For this Joe McDonnell died,
Let them know their father loved them and his land.
Do the wee ones still sigh
When they hear their daddy's name?
Do they sadly ask you why I won't be home again?
Oh, how hard it is to know I'll never see them grow!
Let my dying bring for them a better land.
Let them know their father loved them and his land.
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