Foster & Allen If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here
I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and
fells,
I was dreaming of the shamrock and the dear old Shandon
Bells,
When my memories 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 in 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 Shandon 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 are lots of lovely lassies dancin' on the village
green,
There are lots of lovely coleens, the finest ever seen,
Where the boys are 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 in 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 Shandon 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.
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