I am a true born Irish man
I'll never deny what I am
I was born in sweet Tipperary town
Three thousand miles away
Hooray, me boys, hooray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home
The girls are gay and frisky
They'd take you by the hand
Saying Jimmy mo chroi won't you come with me
To welcome a stranger home
Hooray, me boys, hooray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home
In came the foreign nation
And scattered all over our land
The horse, the cow, sheep and sow
Came into the stranger's hands
Hooray, me boys, hooray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home
The Scotsman can boast of the thistle
The Englishman boast of the rose
But Paddy can boast of the Emerald Isle
Where the dear little shamrock grows
Hooray, me boys, hooray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home
Hooray, me boys, hooray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home
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