Welcome Paddy Home
Welcome Poor Paddy Home
Sheet Music (and more information about this song)
I am a true born Irishman, I will never deny what I am.
I was born in sweet Tipperary town, three thousand miles away.
Hooray, me boys, hooray, no more do I wish for to roam,
for the sun it will shine in the harvest time, to welcome poor Paddy home.
The girls they were gay and frisky, they'd take you by the hand,
sayin': Jimmy mo chroi, will you come with me, to welcome this stranger home.
In came the foreign nation, and scattered all over the land.
The horse and the cow, the pig, sheep and sow fell into the strangers' hands.
The Scotsman can boast of his thistle, and England can boast of the rose,
But Paddy can boast of his emerald isle, where the dear little shamrock grows.