[Intro — Distant Bagpipes, Low Celtic Drum] [Spoken — Deep, Calm] We may have been born beneath the Stars and Stripes… But some blood remembers farther back than that. [Bagpipes swell] [Verse 1] There’s an ocean between us and the old country shore, Generations have passed since our families crossed, But time couldn’t bury the names that they bore, Or the pride in remembering what that journey cost. From Ireland’s green fields to the Highlands of stone, They carried their stories wherever they’d roam, Now their sons and their daughters still carry them on, Different branches still knowing the roots they came from. [Pre-Chorus] So raise up the names that survived through the years, For the ones who came before us and the ones standing here. [Chorus] Éirinn go Brách — let the Irish blood run, Alba gu bràth — beneath the Scottish sun, And raise Old Glory high for the country we call home, We’re American born, but we know where we’re from. Shamrock and thistle, red, white and blue, We carry the old blood into something new, We’re proud of our roots and we won’t hide ‘em for no one— And if you don’t like it… PÓG MO THÓIN. [Instrumental — Bagpipes, Celtic Fiddle & Southern-Rock Guitar] [Verse 2] Mooney and Glasgu, Osnoe in the line, Old family names still surviving through time, Some know every branch, some just know where it began, But you don’t need a castle to remember your clan. We ain’t claiming the soil where our ancestors sleep, We’re honoring the blood and the stories we keep, ‘Cause an ocean can separate a people from home, But it can’t take the history that’s carried in bone. [Pre-Chorus] So here’s to the names that survived through the years, For the ones who came before us and the ones standing here. [Chorus] Éirinn go Brách — let the Irish blood run, Alba gu bràth — beneath the Scottish sun, And raise Old Glory high for the country we call home, We’re American born, but we know where we’re from. Shamrock and thistle, red, white and blue, We carry the old blood into something new, We’re proud of our roots and we won’t hide ‘em for no one— And if you don’t like it… PÓG MO THÓIN. [Bridge — Drums Drop Out, Bagpipes Under Vocal] We don’t wear their scars, We didn’t fight their wars, But we carry the names That made it to these shores. Every mother, every father, Every daughter, every son, From Éire and Alba To the land we’ve become. [Build — Military Snare Enters] This is more than where you’re born. It’s remembering who came before. [Breakdown — Deep Baritone] Éirinn go Brách. [Bagpipe Answer] Alba gu bràth. [Fiddle Answer] And God bless the U.S.A. [FULL BAND CRASH] [Final Chorus] ÉIRINN GO BRÁCH — LET THE IRISH BLOOD RUN! ALBA GU BRÀTH — LET THE HIGHLAND PIPES SOUND! RAISE OLD GLORY HIGH FOR THE COUNTRY WE CALL HOME! WE’RE AMERICAN BORN— BUT WE KNOW WHERE WE’RE FROM! Shamrock and thistle, red, white and blue, Here’s to the old world and the home that we knew, To the blood, to the names, to the red, white and blue— And if our pride bothers you… [Music Cuts] Póg mo thóin. [Outro — Lone Bagpipe into Fading Celtic Fiddle]
