Welcome Poor Paddy Home lyrics

I am a true born Irishman
I'll never deny what I am,
I was born in a sweet Tipperary town,
Three thousand miles away.

So hurray me boys hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam,
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For to welcome poor Paddy home.

Now the girls they are gay and frisky,
They'd take you by the hand,
Saying Jimmy mo chroi would you come home with me
For to welcome poor Paddy home.

So hurray me boys hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam,
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For to welcome poor Paddy home.

Well in came the foreign nation
And scattered all over the land
The horse, the cow, and the goat, sheep and sow
Fell into the stranger's hands.

So hurray me boys hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam,
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For to welcome poor Paddy home.

Now Scotland can boast of the thistle,
And England can boast of the rose,
But Paddy can boast of his old Emerald Isle
Where his dear little shamrock grows.

So hurray me boys hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam,
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For to welcome poor Paddy home.

So hurray me boys hurray.
No more do I wish for to roam,
For the sun it will shine in the harvest time
For to welcome poor Paddy home.