[Verse]
I'm an Irish man both brave and true,
I'm hearty, stout and strong,
And idleness I've never loved,
To me race it don't belong,
I've still the strength to work and toil,
For the wants of life are dear,
I'm told whene'er I ask for work,
"No Irish wanted here."

They insult an Irish man,
And think not of what they say,
They call em green and and 'Irish bull'
It happens every day,
Now, to these folks I'll say a word,
Now to sing a song I'll try,
And answer all the dirty words,
"No Irish Need Apply."

[Chorus]
You may think it a misfortune,
To be christened Pat or Dan,
But to me it is a blessing,
To be called an Irishman,
Then hurrah, me boys, for Paddy's land,
It's a land I do adore,
May heaven smile on every child,
That loves the Shamrock Shore.

[Verse]
Since famine stalked our native land,
And death did roam the soil,
We came o'er to Americay,
For to work, and sweat and toil,
When we came down to New York town,
It was work or else we die,
All over town we met these words,
"No Irish Need Apply."

When your country was in danger just,
A few short years ago,
You were not so particular,
About who would fight the foe,
When were needed for the ranks,
To preserve the rights so dear,
Among the bravest of the brave,
Were the Irish over here.

[Chorus]
You may think it a misfortune,
To be christened Pat or Dan,
But to me it is a blessing,
To be called an Irishman,
Then hurrah, me boys, for Paddy's land,
It's a land I do adore,
May heaven smile on every child,
That loves the Shamrock Shore.

[Verse]
For generous hearts and charity,
You must search the world around,
And Irish hospitality,
Sure, the like will never be found,
For I may live to see the day,
It'll come now, never fear,
When ignorance gives place to sense,
And you'll welcome Irish here.

So let your heart be kind and just ,
Help Paddy from the wall,
For God in heaven made this world,
With lots of room for all,
Let's stretch our hands across the sea,
To the green old isle so dear,
And give the Irish girls and boys,
A welcome over here.

[Chorus]
You may think it a misfortune,
To be christened Pat or Dan,
But to me it is a blessing,
To be called an Irishman,
Then hurrah, me boys, for Paddy's land,
It's a land I do adore,
May heaven smile on every child,
That loves the Shamrock Shore.

[Chorus]
You may think it a misfortune,
To be christened Pat or Dan,
But to me it is a blessing,
To be called an Irishman,
Then hurrah, me boys, for Paddy's land,
It's a land I do adore,
May heaven smile on every child,
That loves the Shamrock Shore.