Johnny Doughboy found a rose in Ireland Sure, the fairest flower that Erin ever grew Oh, the blarney in her talk Took him back to old New York 'Cause his mother spoke the sweetest blarney too Johnny Doughboy found a rose in Ireland And she stole his heart with smiling eyes of blue He said, "Darling, it's my duty To make an American beauty Of a sweet Irish rose like you"