landed in New York....With not a soul to greet me there, a stranger on the shore, but Irish luck was with me and..gained riches galore. And now I'm going back again to dear old Erin's Isle the folk will meet me on the pier and greet me with a smile. There's lots of faces I sure forgot, I've been so long away, but me Mother will introduce them all and this to me she'll say
Shake hands with your uncle Mike me boy
And here's your sister Kate
And here's the girl who used to swing
Down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all of the neighbours
and kiss the coleens all
You're as welcome as a flower in may
to dear old Donegal

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