Oh I wish that I was Irish,
And that I was born that way;
I’d kicky up my heels and celebrate,
On their St. Patrick’s Day.
I’s sport the wearing of the green,
And get others to sing along;
We’d all join hands and dance the jig,
To some dear old Irish song.
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But I guess I’ll have to face the facts,
The truth I’ll have to see;
I was born on the Isle of Newfoundland,
I’m just an Irish wan-a-be.
I can sing Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Loo-Ra
And Too-Ra-Loo-Ra-Lis;
Kiss the Blarney stone, drink Irish Cream
And sing Irish Lullabies.
Though I’m proud to be a Newfie,
And I sing old Newfie songs;
And when they strike up “Oh Canada”
I faithfully sing along.
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I’ve searched and searched my family tree,
For my roots, from wentz hey haled;
But me fathers came from England
And me mothers came from Wales.
I bought myself a Shillelagh,
And I pinned my Shamrock on;
And I thought I’d found a pot of gold
When I married a Leprechaun.
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