In Eire where the shamrocks blow
With the breezes that drift o’er the isle
There dreamlike at night time they close
But in daylight their beauty beguiled .
‘Twas there my forefathers trod
In the land where the shamrocks away
And loved it I know in that long, long ago
Back there in Old County Mayo.
Oh, the land of the Irish happy & gay
It is cloaked with a symbol of love
Whose blooms are so dainty that grow at one’s feet
A wonderful gift from above
Oh, the welcoming nod of the shamrock green
Gives me a yen to go, to trod the same sod
As my forefathers trod
“Way back in Old County Mayo.”