You'll find a variety of Irish songs here including It's How I Spell I-R-E-L-A-N-D, Mary, It's a Grande Old Name, McNamara's Band, My Wild Irish Rose and
Peg of My Heart.
Enjoy these lyrics and have a Happy St. Patrick's Day!
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It's How I Spell I-R-E-L-A-N-D
I is for the Irish in your eyes so bright and clear
R means right and when you're right, you have no need to fear
E is for Eileen, your mother's name I mean
L is for the lakes where I first met my sweet Coleen
A for angels who are watching over you
N means never cry, keep smiling through
D is for your daddy's lesson, hope that it will be a blessin
That's how I spell IRELAND.
Mary, It's a Grande Old Name
For it is Mary, Mary, plain as any name can be;
But with propriety, society will say Marie;
But it was Mary, Mary, long before the fashions came,
And there is something there, that sounds so square,
It's a grand old name.
McNamara's Band
Oh! Me name is MacNamara,
I'm the leader of the band.
Although we're few in numbers
We're the finest in the land.
We play at wakes and weddings
And at ev'ry fancy ball,
And when we play to funerals
We play the march from Saul.
Oh! The drums go bang
And the crystals clang,
And the horns they blaze away;
McCarthy pumps the old bassoon
While I the pipes do play;
And Hennessey Tennessee toootles the flute,
And the music is somethin' grand;
A credit to old Ireland is MacNamara's band.
Oh! My name is Uncle Yulius and
From Sweden I have come,
To play with MacNamara's band
And beat the big bass drum,
And when I march along the street
The ladies think I'm grand
They shout "There's Uncle Yulius playing with an Irish band."
Oh! I wear a bunch of shamrocks
And a uniform of green,
And I'm the funniest looking Swede that you have ever seen.
There's O'Briens and Ryans and Sheehans and Meehans
They come from Ireland, But by Yimminy
I'm the only Swede in MacNamara's band.
My Wild Irish Rose
My Wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flower that grows.
You may search everywhere,
But none can compare with my wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flower that grows.
And someday for my sake,
She may let me take,
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.
Peg of My Heart
Peg O'My Heart, I love you,
We'll never part, I love you,
Dear little girl, sweet little girl,
Sweeter than the Rose of Erin
Are your winning smiles endearin',
Peg O' My Heart, your glances
With Irish art entrance us,
Come be my own,
Come, make your home in my heart.
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