Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
IF YOU'RE IRISH COME INTO THE PARLOR
 In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say, 
Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy. 
Once he sailed to U.S.A. 
His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try. 
Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man, 
He put a bit away for a rainy day; 
So if you gaze upon 
The house of Patrick John, 
You'll find a notice that goes on to say:
 Chorus: 
If you're Irish come into the parlour, 
There's a welcome there for you; 
If your name is Timothy or Pat, 
So long as you come from Ireland, 
There's a welcome on the mat, 
If You come from the Mountains of Mourne, 
Or Killarney's lakes so blue, 
We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss, 
Whoever you are you are one of us, 
If you're Irish, this is the place for you!
 Patrick loved the girl he wed, 
But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw, 
Once with joy he turned quite red, 
When she got into trouble thro' her jaw. 
Six police they had to take her to the Court, 
She was informed a month she would have to do, 
So Patrick quickly wrote 
Up to the Judge a note 
Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!"