[G]If [D]you're [G]Irish come into the [A7]parlor,
There's a [D]welcome there for [G]you;
[D7]name is [G]Timothy or Pat,
So [D]long as you [Dm]come from [A]Ireland,
There's a [D]welcome on the mat,
You[G] come from the Mountains of [A7]Mourne,
Or Kil[D7]lar[D]ney's lakes so [G]blue,
We'll sing you a song and we'll
[D7]make [G]a [D]fuss,
[G]Whoever you are you are [D7]one of us,
If you're [G]Irish, [Am7]this is the [D7]place for
[D]In sweet [G]Lim'rick Town, they say,
Lived a chap named [Am7]Patrick [D]John Mol[G]loy.
Once he sailed
His [A7]luck in foreign parts he thought he'd [D]try.
Now he's [D7]made his name, and is a wealthy [G]man,
[D]He [Em]put a bit a[A7]way for a rainy [B]day;
So if you gaze upon
The [D]house of [A]Patrick [D]John,
[A]find a [A7]notice that goes [D]on [A7]to [D]say:
Patrick loved the girl he wed,
But he could not stand his Ma-in-law,
Once with joy he turned quite red,
she got into trouble thro' her jaw.
Six police they had to take her to the Court,
She was informed a month she would
have to do,
So Patrick quickly wrote
Up to the Judge a note
Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"