If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I was dreaming of old Ireland

And Killarney's Lakes and Dells

I was dreaming of the Shamrock

And the dear old Shandon Bells

When my memory suggested

In a vision bright and clear

All the strange things that would happen

If we had old Ireland here

If the Blarney Stone stood outside Sydney Harbour

And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay

If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane waters

And Killarney's Lakes flowed into Botany Bay

If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Fremantle

And County Cork in Adelaide did appear

Erin's sons would never roam

All the boys would stay at home

If we only had old Ireland over here

There were lots of lovely fairies

Dancing on the village green

There were lots of lovely collies

They're the finest ever seen

Where the boys are all called Pat

And the girls called Molly dear

Sure we'd wrap the green flag round them

If we had old Ireland here

If the Blarney Stone stood outside Sydney Harbour

And Dublin Town in Melbourne came to stay

If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane waters

And Killarney's Lakes flowed into Botany Bay

If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Fremantle

And County Cork in Adelaide did appear

Erin's sons would never roam

All the boys would stay at home

If we only had old Ireland over here

If we only had old Ireland over here