This is an older tune about a day (and night) out for an older immigrant. (Obviously some songs' names have been changed, for they had not been written at the time) I do not have the original lyrics.

(G) Let me sing you a (D) song of an (C) Irish drinking (G) man
Who walked into a (C) pub around (D) two.
He (C) drank some whiskey and a (G) couple of small pints,
And he sang of the (C) mountain (G) dew, me boys,
Sang of the (D) mountain (G) dew

A few hours later he went into a tavern,
And ordered up a little more tay.
He started humming the Croppy Boy,
And he finished with the Rose of Tralee, me lads,
Finished with the Rose of Tralee.

And it takes him back to the Emerald Isle,
Where he grew up as a little, little boy.
And although the times were so very rough,
He remembers his family and joy, me boys,
Remembers his family and joy.

Later on as the night did unfold,
He remembered his patriotic ties.
He hummed the Boys of the Old Brigade,
And whistled the Fields of Athenry, me boys,
Whistled the Fields of Athenry.

As the night has come to an end,
He stumbles back into his home.
He sings of song of childhood happiness,
Singing the boys won't leave the girls alone, me lads,
The boys won't leave the girls alone.