The Sprig of Shillelagh

[Verse 1]
Oh, love is the soul of a neat Irishman
He loves all that's lovely, loves that he can
With a Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green

[Verse 2]
His heart is as good-humored, it's honest and sound
No malice or hatred is there to be found
He courts and marries, he drinks and he fights
For love, all for love, for in that he delights
With his Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green

[Verse 3]
Who e’er had the luck to sing Donnybrook Fair
An Irishman in all his glory is there
With his Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green

[Verse 4]
His clothes spick and span without 'ere a speck
A neat Barcelona tied neat ’round his neck
He goеs to a tent and he spends half a crown
Hе meets with a friend, and for love knocks him down
With his Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green

[Verse 5]
At evening returning, as homeward he goes
His heart soft with whiskey, his head soft with blows
From a Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green

[Verse 6]
He there meets with his Shelagh, who blushing a smile
Cries: “Get ya gone Pat!” yet consents all the while
With your Sprig of Shillelagh and shamrock so green