In Ireland, in Ireland,
In Ireland o’er the say;
For fix him once wid the stren’th of your eye,
Ye can hold him there till he’s like to die,
And he’ll give ye gold for your life’s supply,
In Ireland o’er the say.’”
“And oh! Uncle Shaun,” says Rafferty’s Pat,
“And did ye be goin’ there? tell about that,
In Ireland, in Ireland,
In Ireland o’er the say!”