Irish Song Lyrics 
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THE BOYS FROM THE COUNTY MAYO 
Far away from the land of the Shamrock and heather In search of a living, as exiles we roam But whenever we chance to assemble together We think of the land where we once had a home: But these homes are destroyed and our soil confiscated The hand of the tyrant brought plunder and woe; The fires are now quenched and our hearts desolated In our once happy homes in the County Mayo 
Long years have now passed since with hearts full of sorrow The of the Shamrock we left far behind; But how we would like to go back there to-morrow; To the scenes of our youth, which we still bear in mind; The days of our childhood, it's now we recall them They cling to our vision wherever we go; And the friends of our youth we will never forget them They too ar exiled from the County Mayo 
From historic Killala, from Swinford to Calla Ballyhaunis and Westport and old Castlebar Kiltimagh and Claremorris, Belmullet and Erris Kilkelly and Knock that's famed near and far; Balla, Ballinrobe, Ballina and Bohola Keeloges and Foxford a few miles below Newport and Cong with old Straide and Manulla Charlestown too, in the County Mayo 
Then on with the cause 'till our aim is accomplished Those who would fault us are cowardly and mean So stand in the fight 'till the tyrant is vanquished Expelled from our Dear little Island of Green With the foes of our land we have fought a long battle Soon they will get their last death-dealing blow When old Nick has received them, their brains he will rattle For the wrongs they have done to the County Mayo 
From Galway to Dublin, from Derry to Kerry New York and 'Frisco and Boston also In Pittsburg, Chicago, Detroit and Toronto There are stout-hearted men from the County Mayo Now boys, pull together in all sorts of weather Don't show the white feather, wherever you go Act each as a brother and help one another Like true hearted men from the County Mayo