Old songs and old stories they keep us alive
Without our past, we would never survive
I am my island, my island is me
So you know what you can do
If you don’t like what you see

Chorus:
Kiss me I’m Irish
I am the Wild Rover
My eyes they are smiling
And I’m seldom sober
I like my whiskey
And I love to dance
So if you’re feeling as lucky as me
Take a chance…
And kiss me I’m Irish

My Heart beats a jig and me blood it flows green
I’ve been a rogue and a rambler from ocean to sea.
And I like a ‘bevy’, now and then, that I’ll never deny
But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a ‘Y’
I’m no saint, I’m no sinner, of that there’s no doubt.
I’ll tell ya the truth I am the one
That your grandmother warned you about!

Repeat Chorus

Dublin, Milwaukee, Cleveland and Cork
Kerry, Chicago, Armagh and New York
Belfast and Boston, Donegal and DC
Raise your glasses and sing, sing, sing with me!