My Heart Is In Ireland

In the East End of London I met an old man
He kept a bar called The Horses and Tram
My parents were Irish they loved that dear land
The cockney he smiled and he shook my old hand

My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me

Near a coalmine in Wales by a roadside cafe
A young girl came smiling and to me did say
Well my folks are from Ireland, me Dad he hopes one day
When he leaves the mines sure we’ll go back to stay

My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me

Then I went thru the midlands to each city and town
I found there were Irish in each place I roamed
And I drank and I sang in a pub they called the Crown
With the Birmingham Irish we sang songs of home

My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me

Then I went north to Scotland, to Glasgow on the Clyde
I met with some young lads, said: “Celtic’s our side
All our folks are from Ireland, the island of the green
That country we love but a place we’ve not seen”

My heart is in Ireland, it’s there I long to be
Her hills and her valleys are calling to me
Though born here in this land my heart is in Ireland
The land of the old folk is calling to me