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Ireland 1990

 

Is this the land my grandfather won

Where we can play in the rain and walk in the sun and on its mountains forever tramp

You cannot stop here there is nowhere to camp

 

Should I thank the lord for all he has given

To those who honour the dead and abhor the living or should I thank the landowner who despises the tramp you cannot stop here there is nowhere to camp

 

 And yet its beauty I cannot help but admire

You may sit here sir but definitely no fire

You walk till it feels like climbing a steep ramp

You cannot stop here there is nowhere to camp

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