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No Country for the Irish 1 by Daithi

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No Country for the Irish 1

Folk Rock,both vocals

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[Intro – Whispered chant building to shout]
O’Connell cries, Ballymun bleeds —
Cork to Donegal on broken knees.
Limerick’s cold, Galway’s lost —
And they say we must pay the cost.
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[Verse 1] – Slow, cold, almost spoken
Walk down O’Connell, see the tricolour wave,
But there’s a man on the ground they won’t even save.
Addicts, old lads, soaked in the rain —
But the government smiles from a five-star plane.
In Ballymun flats, kids sleep in fear,
While they build more rooms for those just flown here.
Not a bed for the lad who fought overseas,
But a palace awaits new VIPs.
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[Chorus – Chant/Drum beat]
No home for the Irish, no voice in the Dáil,
No shelter in Cork, no justice at all.
They sold out our soul for a seat in the game,
But we remember every name.
From Donegal hills to Limerick streets,
We starve while they eat elite.
This ain’t peace, it’s shame disguised —
Ireland’s heart has been euthanised.
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[Verse 2 – Darker, more intense]
They put strangers in hotels by the sea,
While Irish girls live off charity.
One room for a family of five in Cork,
While they rent out mansions in the dark.
Ask a question, they call it hate —
But try be homeless and just “wait.”
They say we’re full of “pride and grace,”
But try sleep hungry with no place.
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[Bridge – Whisper, rage building up]
This is not hate.
This is grief.
This is rage without belief.
This is our land — our bones, our dead —
But they’d rather see us beg instead.
They talk diversity from golden towers,
While our old ones freeze in midnight hours.
They wave blue flags, forget the green —
Tell me: What does “Ireland” even mean?
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[Final Chorus – Roar, like a war drum]
No country for the Irish left,
Only silence, debt, and theft.
We were raised on pride and peat,
Now we die on Dublin’s streets.
They gave away our voice and land,
But we won’t fold, we’ll make a stand.
From Ballymun to Clare, we swear —
This is OUR fight. This is OUR air.
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[Outro – Chant it like a war cry]
No home for the Irish.
No truth in their halls.
No mercy in power.
But we will not fall.
O’Connell cries. Ballymun bleeds.
And Ireland’s waking from her knees.
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