As another dawn is looming and an age that's yet to come
that's feeding off the memory of all I've said and done
I never thought I'd see this day I would ever be
In a land so far away, that felt like home to me
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
We stood at ole O'Connell, who seemed to light the way
In a vision that would guide us through our dark and drunken haze
On a walk that seemed eternal, to the Liffey's morning sun
we, three, would raise a glass to a battle never won
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
let's go
So, Slainte me Amigo, I'll bid you all good day
as years may be a thousand before I return this way
and we can stand together in a town near Clifden Bay
and gaze off in the distance to the plaza where they lay.
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
that's feeding off the memory of all I've said and done
I never thought I'd see this day I would ever be
In a land so far away, that felt like home to me
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
We stood at ole O'Connell, who seemed to light the way
In a vision that would guide us through our dark and drunken haze
On a walk that seemed eternal, to the Liffey's morning sun
we, three, would raise a glass to a battle never won
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
let's go
So, Slainte me Amigo, I'll bid you all good day
as years may be a thousand before I return this way
and we can stand together in a town near Clifden Bay
and gaze off in the distance to the plaza where they lay.
I'll stand upon a distant shore
I'll say these words say no more
That long may be our final day
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
and here's to the old Battalion of St. Patrick's memory
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