Then here's to Donegal
And her people brave and tall.
Here's to Antrim, to Leitrim, and to Derry.
Here's to Cavan and to Louth.
Here's to Carlow in the South.
Here's to Longford, to Waterford, and Kerry!
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us
Then here's to Tyrone,
Where O'Neill long held his own.
Here's to Monaghan, Fermanagh, and Kildare, boys.
And here's to her whose stroke
Almost broke the hateful yoke,
And you know that's the brave County Clare, boys.
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us
Here's to Sligo, and to Down,
To Armagh of brave renown.
Here's to Kilkenny, famed in story.
Here's to Wexford boys for she,
Nearly set old Ireland free,
And here's to Royal Meath and her glory!
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us
Here's to Galway
They have never feared a foe.
Here's to Wicklow, its peaks and its passes.
Here's to Limerick, famed o'er all
For its well-defended wall,
And still more for the beauty of its lasses!
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us
And here's to gallant Cork,
The next county to New York.
Here's to Roscommon bright and airy.
Here's to Westmeath,
Where a tyrant scarce can breathe;
And here's to unconquered Tipperary!
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us
Queen's County, too, we'll toast,
And the King's, for both can boast
They are spots the invaders got some trouble in;
And now we'll finish up,
Fill a bright and brimming cup,
And we'll drink, boys, to jolly happy Dublin!
Then clink your glasses clink,
Here's a toast for all to drink,
And let everybody join in the chorus,
For old Ireland is our home and no matter where we roam,
We'll be true to the dear land that bore us