If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

I was dreaming of old Ireland and Killarney's lakes and dells
I was dreaming of the shamrock and the dear old Shandon Bells
When my memories 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 in 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 Fremantle
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 were lots of lovely lassies dancing on the village green
There are lots of lovely coleens 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 Blarney stone stood out in Sydney Harbour
And Dublin Town to Melbourne came to stay
If the Shannon River joined the Brisbane Waters
And Killarneys lakes flowed into Botany Bay

If the Shandon Bells rang out in old Fremantle
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