Irish Song Lyrics 
from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
Thirty-Two Countries, The Timothy Daniel Sullivan 
Here´s to Donegal and her people brave and tall, Here´s to Antrim, to Leitrim and to Derry, Here´s to Cavan and to Louth, here´s to Carlow in the South, Here´s to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry. 
Then clink your glasses, clink, ´Tis a toast for all to drink, And let every voice join in the chorus, For Ireland is our home, And wherever we may roam, We´ll be true to the dear land that bore us. 
Here´s to Tyrone, where O´Neill long held his own, Here´s to Monaghan, Fermanagh and Kildare, boys! Here´s to her whose stroke broke the hated Penal yoke, And you know that´s the brave County Clare, boys. 
Here´s to Sligo and to Down, and Armagh of old renown, Here´s to Kilkenny famed in story; Here´s to Wexford by the sea, that near set old Ireland free, And here´s to Royal Meath in all her glory. 
Here´s to Galway and Mayo, that never feared a foe, Here´s to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes; Here´s to Limerick famed to all for its well-defended wall, And still more for the beauty of its lasses. 
Here´s to gallant Cork, the next county to New York, Here´s to Roscommon bright and airy, Here´s to Westmeath, where a tyrant scarce can breathe, And here´s to unconquered Tipperary. 
Queens County too we´ll toast, and Kings for both can boast, They are spots the invaders got some trouble in! And now to finish up, fill a bright and brimming cup, And we´ll drink, boys, to jolly little Dublin!