| It seems like only yesterday
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| I sailed from out of Cork
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| A wanderer from Erin’s isle
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| I landed in New York
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| There wasn’t a soul to greet me there
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| A stranger on your shore
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| But Irish luck was with me here
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| And riches came galore
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| And now that I’m going back again
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| To dear old Erin’s isle
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| My friends will meet me on the pier
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| And greet me with a smile
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| Their faces, sure, I’ve almost forgot
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| I’ve been so long away
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| But me mother will introduce them all
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| And this to me will say
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| Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
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| And here is your sister, Kate
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| And there’s the girl you used to swing
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| Down by the garden gate
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| Shake hands with all of the neighbours
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| And kiss the colleens all
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| You’re as welcome as the flowers in May
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| To dear old Donnegal
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| They’ll give a party when I go home
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| They’ll come from near and far
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| They’ll line the roads for miles and miles
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| With Irish jauntin' cars
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| The spirits’ll flow and we’ll be gay
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| We’ll fill your hearts with joy
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| The piper’ll play an Irish reel
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| To greet the Yankee boy
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| We’ll dance and sing the whole night long |
| Such fun as never seen
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| The lads’ll be decked in corduroy
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| The colleens wearin' green
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| There’ll be thousands there that I never saw
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| I’ve been so long away
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| But me mother will introduce them all
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| And this to me will say
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| Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
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| And here is your sister, Kate
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| And there’s the girl you used to swing
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| Down by the garden gate
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| Shake hands with all of the neighbours
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| And kiss the colleens all
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| You’re as welcome as the flowers in May
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| To dear old Donnegal
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| Meet Branigan, Fannigan, Milligan, Gilligan
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| Duffy, McCuffy, Malachy, Mahone
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| Rafferty, Lafferty, Donnelly, Connelly
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| Dooley, O’Hooley, Muldowney, Malone
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| Madigan, Cadigan, Lanihan, Flanihan
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| Fagan, O’Hagan, O’Hoolihan, Flynn
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| Shanihan, Manihan, Fogarty, Hogarty
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| Kelly, O’Kelly, McGuinness, McGuinn
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| Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
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| And here is your sister, Kate
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| And there’s the girl you used to swing
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| Down by the garden gate
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| Shake hands with all of the neighbours
|
| And kiss the colleens all
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| You’re as welcome as the flowers in May |
| To dear old Donnegal |