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If You're Irish Come Into the Parlor

If You're Irish Come Into the Parlor

 In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say,
  Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy.
  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:

 Chorus:
  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 and we'll make a fuss,
  Whoever you are you are 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!"

ARB

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