The Sea Around Us - The Dubliners

They say that the lakes of Killarney are fair

That no stream like the Liffey can ever compare,

If its water you want, you’ll find nothing more rare

Than the stuff they make down by the ocean.

The sea, oh the sea is the gradh geal mo croide

Long may it stay between England and me

It’s a sure guarantee that some hour we’ll be free

Oh, thank God we’re surrounded by water.

Tom Moore made his «Waters"meet fame and renown

A great lover of anything dressed in a crown

In brandy the bandy old Saxon he1d drown

But throw ne’er a one in the ocean.

The Scots have their Whisky, the Welsh have their speech

And their poets are paid about ten pence a week

Provided no hard words on England they speak

Oh Lord, what a price for devotion.

The Danes came to Ireland with nothing to do

But dream of the plundered old Irish they slew,

«Yen will in yer Vikings"said Brian Boru

And threw them back into the ocean.

Two foreign old monarchs in battle did join

Each wanting his head on the back of a coin;

If the Irish had sense they’d drowned both in the Boyne

And partition thrown into the ocean.