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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 bForn in a country where people admFire Their great sporting heroes and Amhow they aspire To stFand upon mountains and alAmways be winners And neFver give less than their aFll.
I once met an old man who told me great stoFries Of legends of old who played hAmard for the glory Of lifFting the cup in that moAmment of triumph His memFories kept me enthrFalled.
Chorus:
On the fiFelds, the fiFelds of glFory. On the fiFelds where bFoys become mFen. On the fiFelds, the fiFelds of glFory. May the bFest team wAmin, win in the eFnd.
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.F. 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