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In the city of Chicago
As the evening shadows fall
There are people dreaming
Of the hills of Donegal.
Eighteen forty seven was the year it all began
Deadly pains of hunger drove a million from the land
They journeyed not for glory their motive wasn't greed
A voyage of survival across the stormy sea.
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Some of them knew fortune some of them knew fame
More of them knew hardship died upon the plain.
They spread throughout the nation they rode the railroad cars
Brought their songs and music to ease their lonely hearts.
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