| There’s a tear in your eye, And I’m wondering why
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| For it never should be there at all
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| With such pow’r in your smile, Sure a stone you’d beguile
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| So there’s never a teardrop should fall
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| When your sweet lilting laughter’s Like some fairy song
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| And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
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| You should laugh all the while And all other times smile
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| And now, smile a smile for me
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| When Irish eyes are smiling
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| Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring
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| In the lilt of Irish laughter
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| You can hear the angels sing
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| When Irish hearts are happy
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| All the world seems bright and gay
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| And when Irish eyes are smiling
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| Sure, they steal your heart away
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| For your smile is a part Of the love in your heart
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| And it makes even sunshine more bright
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| Like the linnet’s sweet song, Crooning all the day long
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| Comes your laughter and light
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| For the springtime of life Is the sweetest of all
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| There is ne’er a real care or regret;
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| And while springtime is ours Throughout all of youth’s hours
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| Let us smile each chance we get |