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Hey, everyone. This is my first submission. I'm pretty sure it's right. If there are any corrections or errors, let me know. Enjoy. Verse 1
I was bDorn in a country where people admGire Their great sporting heroes and Emhow they aspire To stGand upon mountains and alEmways be winners And neGver give less than their aDll.
I once met an old man who told me great stoGries Of legends of old who played hEmard for the glory Of lifGting the cup in that moEmment of triumph His memGories kept me enthrDalled.
Chorus:
On the fiCelds, the fiGelds of glDory. On the fiCelds where bGoys become mDen. On the fiCelds, the fiGelds of glDory. May the bCest team wEmin, win in the eDnd.
Follow the same chord progression for all but the last verse Verse 2 Supporting their team with a true sense of place Are the handfuls of people with pride on their faces They come from the homelands, the parish, the village Their banners they proudly unfurl An anthem of hope is the song they are singing There's a whistle, it sounds, and the game, it begins The roar from the crowd echoes up to the heavens It sends out a clarion call. Chorus Verse 3 I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather A crowd of young lads playing football together All hoping that someday, the call they will answer To play for the place they were born Chorus Verse 4 N.C. I'm dreaming of Ireland in fine summer weather A crowd of young lads playing football together The roar from the crowd echoes up to the heavens It sends out a clarion call