The Irish came to America for Freedom: A song from that time to prove it.Submitted by Billiameo on Sun, 10/07/2012 - 13:33
I came across this song while doing research on the Irish Diaspora community. I found the words eerily relevant to what is happening today. Imagine the millions of Irish immigrants that have sung this song on their way over to the "land of the free". Considering that many Irish now have traditionally voted Democrat I find it high time for many of them to reconsider what that party stands for (or the two party system in general).
The Irish came here for freedom from Taxation of wages and better jobs (as specifically mentioned in this ballad). Another reason was the onerous treatment they received under English rule. While they were not successful in getting out from under Britain's thumb, America was.
The main reason I was looking into Irish roots has to do with a new member to my State Senate campaign named Declan Hasson (Chief of Staff) who is from Derry, Ireland. If any people understand oppression and tyranny on their streets it is the Irish.
We recorded some radio ads recently and will be adding another based on this theme. Sometimes people need to be reminded of history to understand that yearning for freedom from taxation, especially the Income Tax is age old and a part of our heritage.
My campaign will be paying to advertise this message on the radio waves here in Dubuque, IA from now until Nov.6th. It is time we took back the perception war from the plantation masters and all those that pine for bigger government.
I implore you to take a few minutes to listen to this song while following along reading the lyrics. When you do, imagine the millions of Irish immigrants as they sang this song before coming to Americay. I still believe that providence is on our side and that sometimes history and her denizens are fighting on our side. Pass this on to a fellow liberty person and especially someone of Irish descent.
Song: The Green Fields of America
Lyrics to The Green Fields Of America :
Farewell to the groves of shillelagh and shamrock.
Farewell to the girls of old Ireland all round.
And may their hearts be as merry as ever they could wish for.
As far away o'er the ocean I'm bound.
Oh, my father is old and my mother quite feeble;
To leave their own country it would grieve their heart sore,
Oh the tears down their cheeks in great floods they are rolling
To think they must die upon some foreign shore.
But what matter to me where my bones they may lie buried
If in peace and contentment I can spend my life
The green fields of Amerikay they daily are calling
It's there I'll find an end to my miseries and strife.
So pack up your seastores now consider it no longer
Ten dollars a week isn't very bad pay
With no taxes or tithe to devour up your wages
Across on the green fields of Amerikay.
The lint dams are gone and the looms are lying idle
Gone are the winders of baskets and creels,
And away o'er the ocean, go journeyman cowboy
And fiddlers that play out the old mountain reels
Ah and I mind the time when old Ireland was flourishing,
And most of her tradesmen did work for good pay
Ah, but since our manufacturers have crossed the Atlantic
It's now we must follow on to Amerikay.
And now to conclude and to finish my ditty
If e'er a friendless Irishman should happen my way
With the best in the house I will treat him, and welcome him
At home on the green fields of Amerikay.