When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morn in spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they steal your heart away
As I was walking down Broadway
Not intending to stay very long
When who should I meet but this pretty fair maid
As she came tripping along
A watch she pulled out of her pocket
And slipped it right into my hand
On the very first day that I met her
Bad luck to her black velvet band
Her eyes the shone like diamonds
You would think she was queen of the land
And her hair it hung over her shoulders
Tied up with a black velvet band
There's one fair county in Ireland
With memories so glorious and grand
Where nature has lavished its bounty
It's the orchard of Eireann's green land
I love its cathedrals and city
Once founded by Patrick, so true
And it bears in the heart of its bosom
The ashes of Brian Boru
It's my own Irish home
Far across the fold
Although I've often left it
In foreign lands to roam
No matter where I wander
Through cities near or far
My heart's at home in old Ireland
In the County of Armagh
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morn in spring
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing
When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they steal your heart away
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they steal your heart away