  If your name is Mc or O’Maley Come and shake hands with me, That’s the brand killarney gives Before sending us over the sea. No words I can speak To hold more true And to show I’m an Irishman thru and thru, Than those that are blending To the Irish minds Sure Mc or O’Maley Is just the time. Sure this is an Irishman’s way, Though to you it may seem odd; But the land they are from is a paradise Blessed by the greenest of sod. This makes me proud Sure to be, And to meet an Irishman Just like me. Then we can tell of the lakes and dells And the beautiful shamrock bordered shores. |
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