When Irish Eyes Are Smiling / Black Velvet Band / The Boys from the County 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 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