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The grass lands of old Erin
So fertile and so green,
Are in for a tearin'
Now it's plain to be seen.
The landless people are quite -
Hardly a word of cattle-driving
Or shooting people for spite.New houses are being erected,
Replacing old ones bettered down
The work of centuries neglected,
People in country and town.Mud cabins are fast disappearin'
Now left to the rats and frogs;
To any land the people are careenin'
Out of the swamps and bogs.Fences I note are being made
On holdings both big and small;
Oh! the Lord knows Im afraid
There wont be land for us all.
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