1. I'm in love with a slip of a tip-tip-typical Tipperary miss. She's a regular clip with a rosy lip that you'd dearly love to kiss. From the tip of her toes to the tip-tip-top of her nose I love her so. I'd like to just take her and squeeze her. I know that it wouldn't displease her, But she lives in Tipperary many miles away from here. If I could just meet her to see her and greet her, I'm thinkin' I'd eat her, the little dear, But she's many miles away from here, and so I'll wait I fear, Till I take a notion and sail o'er the ocean to Ireland.
CHORUS: Faith, it's me that's nearly crazy From me Tipperary daisy. All the day me heart's "unaisy." Sure the thing I find that's on my mind Is the darlin' girl I left behind Far off in dear old Tipperary.
2. Now I'll give ye a tip: when I board the ship with me grip to trip away, I'll be there with a yell when they ring the bell and I'll shout, "Hip-hip-hooray!" Then the whistle will toot and away we'll shoot with a toot-toot down the bay. I'll wave a bye-bye when we're sailin' From over the top of the railin', Then across the briny ocean to the tiny Em'rald Isle. I'd give me last penny, if I hadn't any, begorry, or many to see her smile As she used to when she sat ferninst me down beside the stile, But I was a rover, bedad, and came over from Ireland.