If you're Irish come into the parlour

There's a welcome there for you

If your name is Timothy or Pat

So long as you come from Ireland

There's a welcome on the mat

If you come from the mountains of Mourne

Or Killarney's lakes so blue

We'll sing you a song, we'll make it a fuss

Whoever you are you're one of us

If you're Irish this is the place for you



Oh me name is McNamara

I'm the leader of the band

Although we're small in number

We're the finest in the land

We play at wakes and weddings

And every country ball

And when we play at funerals

We play the best of all

Oh the drums go bang and the cymbals clang

And the horns they blaze away

McCarthy pumps the old bassoon, while

Doyle the pipes will play

Oh! Hennessey Tennessey tootles the flue,

And the music is something grand

Oh! A credit to old Ireland, boys, is

McNamara's band



With a shillelagh under me arm

And a twinkle in me eye

I'm off to Tipperary in the morning

With a shillelagh under me arm

And a turra lurra lie

I'll be welcome in the hall where I was born in

My mother told the neighbors

I'm gonna settle down

Still the fluters coming out

To play me round the town

With a shillelagh under me arm

And a turra lurra lie

I'll be welcome in th hall where I was born in



Now Hannigan was an Irish man

He came from Erin's Isle

He was a rogue who had a brogue

You'd hear for half a mile

When Hannigan gave a hooley

Sure the news soon got about

And you may be a stranger

If you're passing by he'll shout

Come into the parlour boy

And make yourself at home

Come into the parlour

Sure you won't be on your own

There's Mick McGee there's Rafferty there's

Murphy and Muldoon

They say McGilligan's daugther

Doesnt' know the taste of water

There's kegs of stout we'll stick 'em out

There's grub for half the town

There's bottles of the poitin

If you want to wash it down

So if you're Irish you're sure of a welcome

For there's a hooley on in Hannigan's house tonight



If you're Irish come into the parlour

There's a welcome there for you

If your name is Timothy or Pat

So long as you come from Ireland

There's a welcome on the mat

If you come from the mountains of Mourne

Or Killarney's lakes so blue

We'll sing you a song, we'll make it a fuss

Whoever you are you're one of us

If you're Irish this is the place for you