Old songs and old stories 
they keep us alive 
Without our past, we would never survive 
I am my island, my island is me 
So you know what you can do 
If you don’t like what you see 

 [bad word]  
Kiss me I’m Irish 
I am the Wild Rover 
My eyes they are smiling 
And I’m seldom sober 
I like my whiskey 
And I love to dance 
So if you’re feeling as lucky as me 
Take a chance… 
And kiss me I’m Irish 

My Heart beats a jig 
and me blood it flows green 
I’ve been a rogue and a rambler from ocean to sea. 
And I like a ‘bevy’, now and then, that I’ll never deny 
But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a ‘Y’ 
I’m no saint, I’m no sinner, of that there’s no doubt. 
I’ll tell ya the [bad word] I am the one 
That your grandmother warned you about! 

(Repeat [bad word]  
Kiss me I’m Irish 
I am the Wild Rover 
My eyes they are smiling 
And I’m seldom sober 
I like my whiskey 
And I love to dance 
So if you’re feeling as lucky as me 
Take a chance… 
And kiss me I’m Irish 

Dublin, Milwaukee, Cleveland and Cork 
Kerry, Chicago, Armagh and New York 
Belfast and Boston, Donegal and DC 
Raise your glasses and sing, sing, sing with me! 

(Repeat [bad word]  2x 
Kiss me I’m Irish 
I am the Wild Rover 
My eyes they are smiling 
And I’m seldom sober 
I like my whiskey 
And I love to dance 
So if you’re feeling as lucky as me 
Take a chance… 
And kiss me I’m Irish