Donal O'Shaughnessy

I am a true born Irishman,
I will never deny what I am.
I was born in the sweet Tipperary boys,
Three thousand miles away.

Chorus:
Hurray, me boys, hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam.
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time,
To welcome Paddy Home.

The girls they are young and they're frisky.
They will take you by the hand.
Saying Jimmy McCree won't you come with me,
To welcome the stranger home?

Then in came the far away stranger,
and settled all over our land.
The horse and the cow, the goat and the sow,
Fell into the stranger's hands.

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 shamrocks grow.