There's a tear in your eye,. And I'm wondering why,. For it never should be there at all.. With such pow'r in your smile,. Sure a stone you'd beguile,.
There's a tear in your eye,. And I'm wondering why,. For it never should be there at all.. With such pow'r in your smile,. Sure a stone you'd beguile,.
When Irish eyes are smiling sure it's like a morning spring. In the lilt of Irish laughter you can hear the angels sing. When Irish hearts are happy all the world seems bright and gay.
As I came down through Dublin City. At the hour of twelve at night. Who should I spy but a Spanish lady. Washing her feet by the candlelight. . First she washed them, then she dried them.