I was dreamin' of
old Ireland and
Killarney's lakes
and dells
I was dreamin' of
the shamrock and the
dear old Shandon Bells
When my memory
suggested in a vision
bright and clear
All the strange things
that would happen
if we had
old Ireland here
If the Blarney Stone
stood out on
Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town
in Melbourne
came to stay
If the Shannon River
joined the
Brisbane Waters
And Killarney's lakes
flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandon's Bells
rang out in
old Fremantle
And County Cork
in Adelaide did appear
Erin's sons would
never roam,
all the boys would
stay at home
If we only had old
Ireland over here
There were lots
of lovely lassies
dancing on the
village green
There were lots
of lovely coleens,
the finest ever seen
And the boys were
all called Paddy
And the girls
called Molly Dear
Sure we'd wrap
the green flag
round them if we
had old Ireland here
If the Blarney Stone
stood out on
Sidney Harbour
And Dublin Town
to Melbourne
came to stay
If the Shannon River
joined the
Brisbane Waters
And Killarney's lakes
flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandon's Bells
rang out
in Old Fremantle
And County Cork
in Adelaide
did appear
Erin's sons would
never roam
all the boys would
stay at home
If we only had old
Ireland over here