Slim Dusty
If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here
I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarney's lakes and fells,
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 out on Sydney harbour,
And Dublin town to 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 Freemantle,
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 are lots of lovely fairies dancing on the village green,
There are lots of lovely colleens, the finest ever seen,
Where the boys are all called Paddy and the girls called Molly dear,
Sure we'd wrap the green flag 'round them if we had old Ireland here.
If the Shandon bells rang out in old Freemantle,
And County Cork it 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.