[Verse]
Michael McCarthy once gave a great party,
One St. Patrick's night in his mansion so fine,
His friends and relations received invitations,
They formed quite crowd when they sat down to dine.

Beside all the Irish in town,
For I wish I knew all the names of the folk gathered there,
Some Germans and Hebrews, Italians and Swedes too,
All nations attended McCarthy's affair.

[Pre-Chorus]
They listened with glee to their host,
And McCarthy said, "Boys here's a toast."

[Chorus]
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight,
Ye, French, Scots and Germans, Italians and Jews,
Just act like McNultys, Malones and McHughs,
And I'll shake you all by your hand, as if you came from our land.

Forget all your troubles, your cares and your woes,
Just imagine your one of the Macs and the O's,
Do everything Irish and I'll treat you right,
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight.

[Verse]
Big Herman Moser, the fat German grocer,
Sat down be the side of contractor McCann,
While Sandy McPherson, the calls that he's parsing,
Paired off with McGinty the big alderman.

And Tony Morreti, who deals in spaghetti,
Held hands with the charming Bedelia McGee,
While the Swede, Arthur Swanson and English, Bill Johnson.
They both Strained there throughs singing 'Mother Machree'.

[Bridge]
Sure I love the dear silver that shines in your hair,
Oh, God bless you and keep you Mother Machree.

[Pre-Chorus]
McCarthy said, "Stop where yous are,
Rise up and sing 'Erin Go Bragh.'"

[Chorus]
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight,
Ye, French, Scots and Germans, Italians and Jews,
Just act like McNultys, Malones and McHughs,
And I'll shake you all by the hand, as if you came from our land.

We'd start with the Jews and we'd take the name Ike,
We'd stick an m on it and change it to Mike,
Do everything Irish and I'll treat you right,
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight.

[Verse]
Big Igor, the Russian, got rid of the Prussian,
But Kaninsky the Pollok, hedished out wine
And the Greek man Appaloplus, see he near fell on top of us,
While dancing a jig with Alysha Devine.

And the French man Pierre, he danced with fat Mary,
And the Spaniard Dan Carlos ate ginkgos galore,
There were half steps and two steps and Vietenese new steps,
No ball could compare as we waltzed round the floor.

[Pre-Chorus]
Then McCarthy quite wisely yelled, "Hush!"
And sang 'Wearing The Green' like a thrush,
For the wearing of the green, for the wearing of the green,
For they're hanging men and woman for the wearing of the green.

[Chorus]
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight,
Ye, French, Scots and Germans, Italians and Jews,
Just act like McNultys, Malones and McHughs,
And I'll shake you all by the hand, as if you came from our land.

Though your heads may be heavy and your feet may be sore,
And the old stack of barley now out on the floor,
When your finished there's bacon and cabbage galore,
Let ye all be Irish tonight, let ye all be Irish tonight.