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] 
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!