I am a true born Irishman,
I'll never deny that I am-
I was born in North Cork
By the Limerick-Tip line,
But it's now far away that I am...

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

Temptation made stronger by whiskey,
And it took ye by the hand-
Saying "Dear Mick McCree,
Won't you come with me,
And welcome the stranger in".

Then came in the faraway stranger,
And he settled all over the land-
The horse and the cow,
The goat and the sow,
Came into the stranger's hand.

And the stranger did plunder and pillage,
And he robbed the poor countryfolk blind-
Sowed the seeds of dissent, fear, and hatred,
And he left faith and famine behind.

Now the Scotman may boast of the thistle,
And the English may boast of the rose-
But Paddy alone can claim the Emerald Isle,
Where the green three-leafed shamrock grows.

Chorus