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 an '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
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
Wmen 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
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 ol' 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