In the late 50's (yes!) I learned a bouncy Irish-American song called "Dear Old Donegal." I remember about half of it, including the following bit:

It seems like only yesterday I sailed from out of Cork
A wanderer from Erin's isle, I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there, a stranger on your shore,
But the Irish luck was with me here, and riches came galore.

And now that I'm going back again to dear old Erin's isle,
My friends will meet me at the dock and greet me with a smile
Their faces, sure, I've almost forgot, I've been so long away,
But me mother will introduce them all, and this to me will say:

Shake hands with your brother Mike, me boy, and here is your sister Kate,
And there's the girl you used to swing down by the garden gate,
Shake hands with all of the neighbors, and kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers of spring to Dear Old Donegal.


This was followed by a wonderful rhyming patter containing the names of all the people the singer would meet. There may have been another verse as well. Can anyone complete it for me or point me toward a source?