[bad word] The Irish
(lyrics written by Jim Tullio and John Scully)
 
Well I remember the leaves a fallin'
And far off music like pipes a callin'
And I remember the golden morning
I saw the long ranks as they were forming
 
And there's a magic in the sound of their name [bad word] the Irish of Notre Dame
 
The pilgrims follow by the sacred waters
And arm in arm go the sons and daughters
The [bad word] are rolling and forward bound
They're calling spirits up from the ground
 
And there's a magic in the sound of their name [bad word] the Irish of Notre Dame