There once was a man from Killarney|Who kissed the stone at old Blarney|He talked without cease|And disturbed all the peace|Till they sent him away in a carney.
A leprechaun sat by the stream|Counting gold with a glittering gleam|A mortal walked by|With a glint in his eye|But he woke, and it was just a dream.
In Dublin there lived a young lass|Who loved to dance barefoot on grass|When the fiddle would play|She would dance the whole day|Till the dewdrops had dried from the glass.
A clever old man from Tralee|Had a beard that reached down to his knee|He'd braid it with clover|And comb shamrocks over|And claimed it brought luck, don't you see?
There once was a piper from Clare|With music that floated through air|The sheep left their grazing|The effect was amazing|They danced in a ring at the fair.
A baker in Galway so merry|Made soda bread, scones, and jam berry|His shop smelled of yeast|And all came to feast|On treats that made life less contrary.
The fairies of County Kildare|Would dance in the moonlight so fair|If you saw them at play|They would spirit away|And leave nothing but songs in the air.
A fisherman out on Dingle Bay|Cast his nets at the dawn of the day|He caught silver and gold|Or so he was told|But the fish had just swum away.
In Limerick town there's a verse|That can make you feel better or worse|It has five little lines|With rhythm that shines|A blessing that's also a curse.
A dreamer who lived by the Boyne|Would search for a magical coin|He dug holes in the ground|But what he finally found|Was the friendship of those who would join.