Lyrics:

I am a true born Irishman
I'll never deny what I am
I was born in sweet Tipperary town
Three thousand miles away

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Hurray me boys hurray
No more do I wish for to roam
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
To welcome poor Paddy home

The girls thay are gay and frisky
They'd take you by the hand
Saying Jimmy mo chroi will you come with me
To welcome poor Paddy home

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In came the foreign nation
And scattered all over the land
The horse, the cow, the goat, sheep and sow
Came into the stranger's hands

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The Scotsman can boast of the thistle
And England can boast of the rose
But Paddy can boast of the Emerald Isle
Where the dear little shamrock grows.

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