It seems like only yesterday
I left the port -o' -cork
And on a ship from Old Deeren's Isle
Without a friend to meet me there
and a stranger on the shore
I worn on a styrish heart
to dear Old Deeren's Isle
The friends, they'll meet
and they'll greet me with a smile
There are faces there that
and this, to me, will say
Shake hands with your Uncle Mike,
shake hands with your Sister Kate
And here is the girl you used to
swing down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all the neighbours,
and kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers are made
They'll give a party when
and they'll come from near and far
They'll line the road for
The spirits will flow and
and we'll fill their hearts with joy
The pipe will play an Irish reel
For tomorrow after the church
I'll go and wedded I will be
To my pretty little Colleen Vaughan,
For Biddy was true and faithful,
to her Dinny are the sea,
Will join the harp and jammer
There'll come Rannigan, Flannigan,
Milligan, Gilligan, Duffy, McCuffie, Malarky,
Mahone, Rafferty, Lafferty,
Donnelly, Connelly, Dooley, O'Dooley, Muldoney, Malone, Nattigan,
Cadigan, Lanahan, Flanahan, Fagan, O 'Hagan,
O 'Hoolahan, Flynn, Shanahan, Lanahan,
O 'Kelly, Shapiro, McGinn.
Then I'll shake the hand of me Uncle Mike,
the hand of me Sister Kate,
Oh, I'll hug and squeeze as much as I
please the girl by the garden gate.
I'll invite all the neighbors
to me wedding great and small,
And I'll live content and pay no hand