I was dreamin' of old Ireland of Killarneys lakes and dells I was dreamin' of the shamrock, and the dear old Shandon Bells When my reverie 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 to Melbourne came to stay If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay If the Shandons 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 fairies 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 Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay If the Shandons 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 If we only had old Ireland over here