When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure tis like a 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 gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they steal your heart away.
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When Irish hearts are happy
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling
Sure they steal your heart away.