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There's a tear in your eye |
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Sure, I'm wondering why |
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For it never should be there at all |
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With such power in your smile |
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Sure a stone you'd beguile |
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And there's never a teardrop should fall |
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With the lilt in your laughter |
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Like some fairy song |
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Should your eyes twinkle bright as can be |
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You should laugh all the while |
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And all other time smile |
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So now smile a smile for me |
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When Irish eyes are smiling |
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Sure, it's like a morn in Spring |
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With a lilt of Irish laughter |
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You can hear the angels sing |
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When Irish hearts are happy |
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All the world seems bright and gay |
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And when Irish eyes are smiling |
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Sure they'd steal your heart away |
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When Irish eyes are smiling |
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Sure, it's like a morn in Spring |
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With a lilt of Irish laughter |
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You can hear the angels sing |
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When Irish hearts are happy |
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All the world seems bright and gay |
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And when Irish eyes are smiling |
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Sure they'd steal your heart away |
