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If You're Irish (Come Into The Parlour)    (1920)

In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say
Lived a chap named Patrick John Molloy
Once he sailed to U.S.A.
His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try
Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man
He put a bit away for a rainy day
So if you gaze upon
The house of Patrick John
You'll find a notice that goes on to say:

If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's a welcome on the mat
If you come from the mountains of Mourne
Or Killarney's lakes so blue
We'll sing you a song, we'll make a fuss
Whoever you are, you're one of us
If you're Irish, this is the place for you

Patrick loved the girl he wed,
But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw,
Once with joy he turned quite red,
When she got into trouble thro' her jaw.
Six police they had to take her to the Court,
She was informed a month she would have to do,
So Patrick quickly wrote
Up to the Judge a note
Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"

Now Hannigan was an Irish man
He came from Erin's Isle
He was a rogue who had a brogue
You'd hear for half a mile
When Hannigan gave a hooley
Sure, the news soon got about
And you may be a stranger
If you're passing by, he'll shout
Come into the parlour, boy
And make yourself at home

Come into the parlour
Sure, you won't be on your own
There's Mick McGee, there's Rafferty
There's Murphy and Muldoon
They say McGilligan's daughter
Doesn't know the taste of water
There's kegs of Stout, we'll stick 'em out
There's grub for half the town
There's bottles of the poitin
If you want to wash it down
So if you're Irish you're sure of a welcome
For there's a hooley on in Hannigan's house tonight

If you're Irish come into the parlour
There's a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There's a welcome on the mat
If you come from the mountains of Mourne
Or Killarney's lakes so blue
We'll sing you a song, we'll make a fuss
Whoever you are, you're one of us
If you're Irish this is the place for you

Lyrics by Shaun Glenville and Frank Miller.
Recorded by The Irish Rovers; Ruby Murray; others.
 

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