Erin Go Bragh

Uncle Sam, as you know, changed our names long ago
When we got to Americas door
And we slaved and we cowed,
and we begged and we bowed
For a dime and a place on the floor
Now Chicago it rings with the old songs and things
That the Irish we brought to this shore
And there’s no one to say Paddy you go away
Now it’s Erin go Bragh ever more
Erin go Bragh
In the pubs far and near there is music and beer
Any time of the bright blessed day
And our dancers they skip with their hands at their hips
While the pipes and the old fiddlers play
And our voices resound through the halls of the town
All the way to the president’s door
We were hungry and small but we conquered it all
Now it’s Erin go Bragh ever more