This could be it but I can’t find the lyrics anywhere.
Pardon me, stranger, I know you from Ireland,
Ireland my home of the green emerald isle,
And I’m thinking that someday you’ll go back to Ireland,
If you do, can I say, these few words with a smile?
If you ever go to Ireland will you take this message for me?
To a sweet old Irish lady, she’s as sweet as an angel can be.
You’ll find a white cot where the green shamrock grows,
where the mountains sweep down to the sea.
If you ever go to Ireland will you kiss my own mother for me?
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This could be it but I can’t find the lyrics anywhere.
Pardon me, stranger, I know you from Ireland,
Ireland my home of the green emerald isle,
And I’m thinking that someday you’ll go back to Ireland,
If you do, can I say, these few words with a smile?
If you ever go to Ireland will you take this message for me?
To a sweet old Irish lady, she’s as sweet as an angel can be.
You’ll find a white cot where the green shamrock grows,
where the mountains sweep down to the sea.
If you ever go to Ireland will you kiss my own mother for me?