When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Sure it's like a morn in spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
But when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they'll steal your heart away
As I was walking down Broadway
Not intending to stay very long
I who shall I meetup this pretty
Fair made as she came tripping along
A watch what she pulled out of her pocket
And slipped it right into my hand
The very first day that I met her
Bad luck to the black velvet band
Her eyes they shone like diamonds
I thought her the queen of the land
And her hair hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
It's the orchard of Erin's green land
I love her cathedral and city
Once founded by Patrick so true
And it bears in the heart of it's bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
It's my own Irish home
Far across the foam
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
Sure, my heart's at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh
When Irish Eyes are Smiling
Sure it's like a morn in spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
But when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they'll steal your heart away
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they'll steal your heart away