One day I sat my mother down
Said I’m leavin’ home
She always knew this day [bad word] She’d be on her own
This town’s too small I need some time
To see what I may see
She looked up ‒ held back the tears
This she said to me

Go on my son ‒ take the chance ‒ seek and you will find
The grass is always greener, they say, on the other side
Irish boys for centuries now have left for a better hand
But they’ll always be the sons of Ireland
And son ‒ you are a son of Ireland

Years have past ‒ there I’ll be
wise and traveled man
My son [bad word] to wish me well
Tell me of his plans
Father dear I love you well
But the world I got to see
I’ll smile at him and say the word
My Mom had said to me

Go on my son ‒ take the chance ‒ seek and you will find
The grass is always greener, they say, on the other side
Irish boys for centuries now have left for a better hand
But they’ll always be the sons of Ireland
And son ‒ you are a son of Ireland
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