true irishman
I am a true Irishman but there I was not born.
I’m living here in places far across the native foam.
I’d like to sit and have a drink and tell you of my day.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I went to see me girlfriend, good morning to her says I.
Ah, go away, ye traitor, for you’ll tell to me no lies.
You scorn my name with nothing but shame with your bed on your back
,
Get on your bike and hit the road. I won’t be taking you back.
I went inside a session from night to early morn.
The music got inside my heart. My soul it had to play,
In between the fiddle and flute with a smile upon me face,
But the emptiness inside me heart the music did replace.
Well, I may travel far and wide and wander off
astray,
But an Irishman, it’s in his heart and there will always stay.
I’ll bring the spirit with me and wander far away
And I’ll bring it back again and then I might just stay.
I am a true Irishman but there I was not born.
I’m living here in places far across the native foam.
I’d like to sit and have a drink and tell you of my day.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
I am what I am and I do not give a damn.
