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IF YOU'RE IRISH COME INTO THE PARLOR In sweet Lim'rick Town, they say, Lived a chap named Patrick John MoIIoy. Once he sailed to U.S.A. His luck in foreign parts he thought he'd try. Now he's made his name, and is a wealthy man, He put a bit away for a rainy day; So if you gaze upon The house of Patrick John, You'll find a notice that goes on to say: Chorus: If you're Irish come into the parlour, There's a welcome there for you; If your name is Timothy or Pat, So long as you come from Ireland, There's a welcome on the mat, If You come from the Mountains of Mourne, Or Killarney's lakes so blue, We'll sing you a song and we'll make a fuss, Whoever you are you are one of us, If you're Irish, this is the place for you! Patrick loved the girl he wed, But he could not stand his Ma-n-aw, Once with joy he turned quite red, When she got into trouble thro' her jaw. Six police they had to take her to the Court, She was informed a month she would have to do, So Patrick quickly wrote Up to the Judge a note Explaining, "Sir, I'm much obliged to you!" @Irish filename[ IRSHCMIN ARB  8note Sheet |
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