IF YOU'RE IRISH COME INTO THE PARLOR



In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say,

Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy.

Once he sailed to U.S.A.

His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try.

Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man,

He put a bit away for a rainy day;

So if you gaze upon

The house of Patrick John,

You'll find a notice that goes on to say:



Chorus:

If you're Irish come into the parlour,

There's a welcome there for you;

If your name is Timothy or Pat,

So long as you come from Ireland,

There's a welcome on the mat,

If You come from the Mountains of Mourne,

Or Killarney's lakes so blue,

We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss,

Whoever you are you are one of us,

If you're Irish, this is the place for you!



Patrick loved the girl he wed,

But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw,

Once with joy he turned quite red,

When she got into trouble thro' her jaw.

Six police they had to take her to the Court,

She was informed a month she would have to do,

So Patrick quickly wrote

Up to the Judge a note

Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"



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