Well, I hit the wrong button--

I've travelled east. I've travelled west. I've roamed from town to town.
I've (put the harvest down in Clare) people up and down.
Wherever I went, the welcome mat was always waiting me.
So fill your glass along with us and sing "All Ireland's Free"

--chorus which you have

When (I've gone from mother land) my memory’s growing dim,
So fill your glass and drink a toast, invite the colleens in.
Just think about the good old times and you'll remember me
When good old songs are pouring out and porter flowing free.

I put the parts of the song I really couldn't hear well in
(). I hopeful someone can fill in the blanks and make
corrections. The IR's sing chorus-verse-chorus-verse-chorus-chorus.