Dear Old Moneygall

It seems like only yesterday, I sailed from out of Cork.
A wander from Erin's isle, I landed in New York.
There wasn't a soul to greet me there, a stranger on your shore,
But Irish luck was with me here, and riches came galore.

And now I'm going back again to dear old Erin's isle.
My friends will meet me on the pier and greet me with a smile.
Their faces, sure, I've almost forgot. I've been so long away,
But my mother will introduce them all and this is what she'll say:

CHO: "Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy,

and here's your sister Kate,
     And there's the girl you used to swing

down by the garden gate.
     Shake hands with all of the neighbors,

and kiss the colleens all.
     You're as welcome as the flowers in May

To dear old Moneygall

They'll give the party when I go home.
     They'll come from near and far.
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
     with Irish jaunting cars.
The spirits will flow and we'll be gay,
     we'll fill your hearts with joy.
The piper will play an Irish reel to greet the Yankee boy.

We'el dance and sing the whole night long such fun as never seen.
The lads will be decked in corduroy, the colleens wearin' green.
There'll be thousands that I never saw, I've been so long away,
But my mother will introduce them all and this what she'll say:


CHO