2. Well, I started out to find the place,
I got it very soon;
There I found the old lad seated,
He was reading the Tribune.
I told him what I came for,
When he in a rage did fly,
"No!" says he, "You are a Paddy,
And no Irish need apply."
Then my dander started rising
And I'd like to black his eye
But I cooled it down and asked him why
No Irish need apply.
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3. And, says I, to him, "Your ancestors
Came over here like me,
To try and make a living in this land of liberty.
They were greeted here with dignity
And taught to reap and sow,
By the Indians who owned this land
They didn't tell you no.
"But I'll get a job in spite of you,
For I'm willing heart and hand
Thank God there's better men than you
All over this great land."
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4. And they say that in Amerikay
It always is the plan,
That an Irishman is just as good
As any other man.
A home and hospitality they never will deny
To strangers here, or ever say,
"No Irish Need Apply."
But there's some bad apples here and there
"A dirty lot," says I,
And a decent man will never write
"No Irish Need Apply."
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