Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
1990 year of dreams,
Quarter finals who'd believe?
Packies save, Dave made us scream,
Dance on tables, seas of green!
Four years on revenge was sweet,
Ray Houghton and his magic feet,
In South Korea and Japan,
Robbie stuck the ball past Kahn!
Poznan bound we sang and sang!
Booted down the autobahn!
Now it's to a different land, 'aul Henry and his thieving hand!
And now we're on our way down the Champs-Éllyseé,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish roar!
With sleeping bags in Vans,
The mighty Irish fans,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish...
O'Neill and Keane the perfect team,
Planning out the Irish dream.
Italians, Belgians and the Swedes, will never beat the boys in Green!
Brady, Hoolohan, McClean, Long and Walters, ROBBIE KEANE!
And now we're on our way down the Champs-Éllyseé,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish roar!
With sleeping bags in Vans,
The mighty Irish fans,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish Roar!
The Euros gonna hear the Irish Roar!
The Euros gonna hear the Irish...
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró
And now we're on our way down the Champs-Éllyseé,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish roar!
With sleeping bags in Vans,
The mighty Irish fans,
The Euros gonna hear the Irish Roar!
The Euros gonna hear the Irish Roar!
The Euros gonna hear the Irish...
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Óró sé do bheata bhaile,
Anois ar theacht an tSamhraidh!