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With Me Shillelagh Under Me Arm    (1936)

Sure I'm tired of roaming 'round
And so I'm gonna pack me grip
And I'm off to book me passage on
A mighty powerful ship
I'll be bound to send a telegram
The day I reach the quay
Just to tell them in a week or two
They'll be expecting me

With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'll be off to Tipperary in the morning
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a toora-loora lie
I'll be welcome in the home that I was born in

Me mother's told the neighbors
That I'm gonna settle down
Phil the Fluter's comin' out
To play me round the town
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'll be off to Tipperary in the mornin'

Sure I'm feeling mighty fine
And I've got bags of money, too
And I mean to give the folks at home
A proper Irish do
There'll be such a welcome waiting for ye
Humble on the mat
I can just imagine people saying
"Ah ha, how are ye, Pat?"

With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'm off to Tipperary in the mornin'
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a toora-loora lie
I'll be welcome in the home that I was born in

Me mother's told the neighbors
That I'm gonna settle down
And Phil the Fluter's comin' out
To play me round the town
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'll be off to Tipperary in the mornin'

Me mother's told the neighbors
That I'm gonna settle down
And Phil the Fluter's comin' out
To play me round the town
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'll be off to Tipperary in the mornin'

Lyrics by Raymond Wallace.
Composed by Billy O'Brien.
Recorded by Bing Crosby; Ruby Murray; many others.

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