Mary's eyes are startling blue
And her hair's Newcastle gold
And she walks the thin white line between the body and the soul
She's as faithful to her history
As a novice to his fast;
For she's standing on the bones of Ireland's past

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She's singing of the troubles
And the fire in the land,
'Til I can almost feel the famine slipping through my trembling hand
And I wonder as I hear her,
That the spirit still shines through
And she can reach across the ocean deep and break my heart in two

Mary's wise and she is foolish;
She's as constant as the tide
For it's a woman's heart that beats beneath that stubborn Irish pride
We are saints and we are sinners,
We are heros we are theives We are all of us beginners on the road to Galilee

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So let us hoist a pint of silence
To the East where Ireland lies,
And we will stare across the waters
For a glimpse of Mary's eyes
We are ships without a harbor,
We are sailors on dry land,
And the song goes on forever
Even though the record can't

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