An Irishman's Toast - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
AN IRISHMAN'S TOAST. Sung by Tony Pastor. 
Don't call me weak-minded, perchance I should sing, Of the dearest old spot upon earth; And dou't think me foolish should memory bring To my mind the dear laud of my birth: With its hills and its valleys, its mountains and vales, Of which our forefathers would boast, Of a dear little island all covered with green-Ah, but list' and I'll give you an Irishman's toast: 
Chorus. Here's to the land of the shamrock so green. Here's to each boy and his darling colleen. Here's to the ones we love dearest And most, May God speed old Ireland-that's an Irishman's toast. 
My mind's eye oft pictures my old cabin home, Where it stood by the murmuring rill, Where my playmates and I oft together did roam, Through the castle that stood on the hill; But the stout hand of time has destroyed the old cot, And the farm now lies barren and bare; Around the old porch there is ivy entwined, But the birds seem to warble this toast in the air: Here's to the land of the shamrock so, &c. 
The church and the school-house have long been replaced; In the Harp Hotel dwells a new host; The white-haired old veteran has long been at rest, And his wife has deserted her post; King Death, the stern reaper, has called them away, And their children have gone o'er the seas: There is nothing but strangers around the old spot, Still this toast seems to waft to my ears on the breeze: Here's to the land, of the shamrock so, &c.