When Irish eyes are smiling 
Sure it's like a morning spring. 
In the lilt of Irish laughter, 
You can hear the angels sing. 
When Irish hearts are happy, 
All the world seems bright and [bad word]  
And when Irish eyes are smiling, 
Sure, they steal your heart away.

There's a tear in your eye, 
and I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all. 
With such power in your smile, 
sure a stone you'd beguile, 
So there's never a teardrop should fall. 
When your sweet lilting laughter's 
like some fairy song, 
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be, 
You should laugh all the while 
and all other times smile, 
And now smile a smile for me.
 [bad word]  
When Irish eyes are smiling 
Sure it's like a morning spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter, 
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy, 
All the world seems bright and [bad word]  
And when Irish eyes are smiling, 
Sure, they steal your heart away.