These lyrics copied from a songsheet (broadside) at The Library of Congress American Memory Collection: (No date given)

I CAN'T FORGET OLD ERIN (WHERE THE GRASS GROWS GREEN)

1. I'm Danny Black from County Clare, and here at your command,
To sing a song in praise of home, and my own native land.
I've smiled to foreign countries, and in many climes I've been,
But my heart is still with Erin, where the grass grows green.

CHORUS: I love my native country, and I'm loyal to my queen,
But I can't forget "Ould Erin," where the grass grows green.

2. Poor Pat is often painted with a ragged coat and hat.
His heart and hospitality has much to do with that.
Let slanderers say what they will, they cannot call him mean.
Sure a stranger's always welcome where the grass grows green.

3. He's foolish, but not vicious. his faults I won't defend.
His purse to help the orphan; his life to serve a friend.
I'll give without a murmur, so his follies try and screen,
For there's noble hearts in Erin, where the grass grows green.

4. 'Tis true he has a weakness for a drop of something pure,
But that's a slight debility that many more endure.
He's fond of fun. He's witty, tho' his wit 'tis not too keen,
For there's feeling hearts in Erin where the grass grows green.

5. There's not a true-born Irishman, wherever he may be,
But loves the little emerald wherever he may be,
But loves the little emerald that sparkles in the sea.
May the sun of bright prosperity, shine peaceful and serene,
And bring better days to Erin, where the grass grows green,