The Tossers - Erin Go Bragh lyrics

Uncle Sam, as you know, changed our names long ago When we got to Americas door And we slaved and we cowed And we begged and we bowed For a dime and a place on the floor Now Chicago it rings with the old songs and things That the Irish we brought to this shore And there's no one to say Paddy you go away Now it's Erin go Bragh ever more Erin go Bragh In the pubs far and near there is music and beer Any time of the bright blessed day And our dancers they skip with their hands at their hips While the pipes and the old fiddlers play And our voices resound through the halls of the town All the way to the president's door We were hungry and small but we conquered it all Now it's Erin go Bragh ever more