I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarneys lakes and fells I was dreaming of the shamrock and the dear old Shandon Bells When my memory suggested in vision bright and clear All the strange things that would happen if we had old Ireland here
If the Blarney Stone stood out on Sidney Harbour And Dublin town in Melbourne came to stay If the Shannon river joined the Brisbane Waters And if Kilarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay
If the Shandon bells rang out in old Fremantle And County Cork in Adelaide did appear Erins sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home If only we had old Ireland over here
There were lots of lovely fairies dancing on the village green There were lots of lovely coleens, the finest ever seen And the boys were all called Paddy and the girls called Molly dear Sure we'd wrap the green flag round them if only we had old Ireland over here.
If the Shanon river joined the Brisbane Waters And Kilarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay. If the Sandon bells rang out in old Fremantle And County Cork in Adelaide did appear Erins sons would never roam, all the boys would stay at home If only we had old Ireland over here If only we had old Ireland over here
