No Irish Need Apply - The Wolfe Tones

I’m an Irish man both brave and true

I’m hearty, stout and strong

And idleness I’ve never loved

To me race it don’t belong

I’ve still the strength to work and toil

For the wants of life are dear

I’m told whene’er I ask for work

No Irish wanted here

They insult an Irish man

And think not of what they say

They call 'em green and an Irish bold

It happens every day

Now, to these folks I’ll say no word

But to sing a song I’ll try

And answer all the dirty words:

«No Irish Need Apply»

You may think it a misfortune

To be christened Pat or Dan

But to me it is a blessing

To be called an Irishman

In a rally voice for Paddy’s land

It’s a land I do adore

May heaven smile on every child

That loves the Shamrock Shore

Since famine stalked our native land

And death did roam the soil

We came o’er to Amerikay

For to work, and sweat, and toil

When we came down to New York town

It was work or else we die

All over town we met these words:

«No Irish Need Apply»

When your country was in danger just

A few short years ago

You were not so particular

About who would fight the foe

When men were needed for the ranks

To preserve the rights so dear

Among the bravest of the brave

Were the Irish over here

You may think it a misfortune

To be christened Pat or Dan

But to me it is a blessing

To be called an Irishman

In a rally voice for Paddy’s land

It’s a land I do adore

May heaven smile on every child

That loves the Shamrock Shore

For generous hearts and charity

We must search the world around

And Irish hospitality

Sure, the like will never be found

For I may live to see the day

It’ll come now, never fear

When ignorance gives place to sense

And you welcome Irish here

So let your heart be kind

And just help Paddy from the wall

For God in heaven made this world

With lots of room for all

Let’s stretch our hands across the sea

To the green ol' isle so dear

And give the Irish girls and boys

A welcome over here

You may think it a misfortune

To be christened Pat or Dan

But to me it is a blessing

To be called an Irishman

In a rally voice for Paddy’s land

It’s a land I do adore

May heaven smile on every child

That loves the Shamrock Shore

You may think it a misfortune

To be christened Pat or Dan

But to me it is a blessing

To be called an Irishman

In a rally voice for Paddy’s land

It’s a land I do adore

May heaven smile on every child

That loves the Shamrock Shore