Welcome Poor Paddy Home I am a true born Irish man I'll never deny what I am, I was born in sweet Tipperary town, Three thousand miles away. cho: Hurray me boys hurray. No more do I wish for to roam, For the sun it will shine in the harvest time To welcome poor Paddy home. The girls they are gay and frisky, They'd take you by the hand, Saying Jimmy mo chroi will you come with me To welcome poor Paddy home. In came the foreign nation And scattered all over our land The horse, the cow, the goat, sheep and sow Came into the stranger's hands. The Scotsman can boast of the thistle, And England can boast of the rose, But Paddy can boast of the Emerald Isle Where the dear little shamrock grows. DS Apr98
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