When Irish eyes are smiling sure it's like the morn in 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.

When Irish eyes are smiling sure it's like the morn in 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.

My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows,
You may search ev'rywhere
But none [bad word] With my wild Irish Rose.
My wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows
And some day for my sake, she may let me take
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.