Erin Go Bragh - The Tossers

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