No Irish Need Apply

Pete Seeger

Originale

Versione di Mark Westphal da Triskelle

NO IRISH NEED APPLY I'm a decent boy just landed From the town of Ballyfad; I want a situation, yes, And want it very bad. I have seen employment advertised, "It's just the thing," says I, "But the dirty spalpeen ended with 'No Irish Need Apply.' " "Whoa," says I, "that's an insult, But to get the place I'll try," So I went to see the blackguard With his "No Irish Need Apply." Some do count it a misfortune To be christened Pat or Dan, But to me it is an honor To be born an Irishman. I started out to find the house, I got it mighty soon; There I found the old chap seated, He was reading the Tribune. I told him what I came for, When he in a rage did fly, "No!" he says, "You are a Paddy, And no Irish need apply." Then I gets my dander rising And I'd like to black his eye To tell an Irish gentleman "No Irish Need Apply." Some do count it a misfortune To be christened Pat or Dan, But to me it is an honor To be born an Irishman. I couldn't stand it longer So a hold of him I took, And gave him such a welting As he'd get at Donnybrook. He hollered, "Milia murther," And to get away did try, And swore he'd never write again "No Irish Need Apply." Well he made a big apology, I told him then goodbye, Saying, "When next you want a beating, Write `No Irish Need Apply.' " Some do count it a misfortune To be christened Pat or Dan, But to me it is an honor To be born an Irishman.

NINA (NO IRISH NEED APPLY) The Hunger has come and will not leave My fair city of Newry A better life is what I seek for me and my family So I come with nothing, left everything in a coffin ship is where I've been My parents gone, but now its over with the lady calling us in A place where liberty is for the rich and poor and a man can own his own land Where men are free and there's plenty to eat and you don't fear the knock at your door No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here Walking the streets, I hear the babble "Watch out ya god-damned Mic They're dirty, lazy and breed like cattle and they're all the Pope's Catholics" I've checked the mills, I've checked the stores I've checked the factories The answers the same, it doesn't change We've got work but none for you No Irish Need Apply We don't hire your kind Now if you will, hit the hills If you don't mind My kin fell at Gettysburg and Antietam The wall at Fredericksburg did not discriminate We were all Americans when we fought with General Meagher and the Irish Brigade The sign on the tavern door Said "No Dogs or Irish Served" They hate me and I can't understand Cause I've never been there before No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here Oh learn something, all you Know Nothings I tell you I'm a man I love my family, I love this country and I'll make if I can Oh Ireland is a sad land with no peace or liberty but all men are not created equal in this land of the free No Irish Need Apply We don't hire your kind Now if you will, hit the hills If you don't mind No Irish Need Apply It's been a bad year No work for you, I tell you true So get the hell out of here