They crossed the sea
in hope for answers to their plea
for a better life they, could not see.
From Ireland they came
in their hundreds and thousands.
Whilst thousand more died back home.
Not knowing their future,
but not forgetting their past.
From the shores they spread,
past the mountains and to the plains.
We are still here
We who listened to the stories told by our grandfathers and grandmothers.
We who heard about Ireland since we were young
We who have not set foot on our long lost home,
Yet we, are Irish
We left not by choice,
some were kicked out, some were forced out, some couldn't get out.
Yet we have survived here,
But nothing, changes the fact that we are Irish.
We are the Irish Americans.
We are Irish in our blood but the green, white, and orange has been painted over with a coat of red, white, and blue
My grandma's parents came from the O'Riley clan and the O'Dowd clan
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