If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here

If We Only Had Old Ireland Over Here - Al Logan

I was dreaming of old Ireland

And Killarneys 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 New York Harbor

And Dublin Town to bustern dinner appear

If the Shannon River joined the Misseszerbee

And Killarneys lakes flowed into Freestal Bay

If the Shandon Bells rang out in Cattle city

And County Cork in taxes 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 fairies

Dancing on the village green

There are lots of lovely coleens the finest ever seen

Where the boys were 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 New York Harbor

And Dublin Town to bustone dinner appear

If the Shannon River joined the Misseszerbee

And Killarneys lakes flowed into Freestal Bay

If the Shandon Bells rang out in Cattle city

And County Cork in taxes did appear

Erin's sons would never roam

All the boys would stay at home

If we only had old Ireland over here