Twigger, Murphy, Wehmeyer, Reid
Old songs and old stories they keep us alive
Without our past, we would never survive
I am my island, my island is me
So you know what you can do
If you donít like what you see
Kiss me Iím Irish
I am the Wild Rover
My eyes they are smiling
And Iím seldom sober
I like my whiskey
And I love to dance
So if youíre feeling as lucky as me
Take a chanceÖ
And kiss me Iím Irish
My Heart beats a jig and me blood it flows green
Iíve been a rogue and a rambler from ocean to sea.
And I like a Ďbevyí, now and then, that Iíll never deny
But I only drink on the days of the week that end with a ĎYí
Iím no saint, Iím no sinner, of that thereís no doubt.
Iíll tell ya the truth I am the one
That your grandmother warned you about!
Dublin, Milwaukee, Cleveland and Cork
Kerry, Chicago, Armagh and New York
Belfast and Boston, Donegal and DC
Raise your glasses and sing, sing, sing with me!
Repeat Chorus 2x