(Michael Goldsen) It seems like only yesterday I sailed from Gounty Cork A wanderer from Erin's Isle I landed in New York There wasn't a soul to greet me there a stranger on your shore But Irish luck was with me here and riches came galore. And now that I'm going back again to dear old Erin's Isle My grandpa will meet me on the pier and greet me with a smile Their faces sure I've almost forgot I've been so long away But me mother will introduce them all and this to me will say. Shake hands with your Uncle Mike my girl and here is your sister Kate And there's the girl you used to swing down by the garden gate Shake hands with all of the neighbours and kiss the colleens all You're as welcome as the flowers in May to dear old Donnegal. Meet Branigan, Fannigan, Milligan, Gilligan, Duffy, McCuffy, Malachy, Mahone Rafferty, Lafferty, Donnelly, Connelly, Dooley, O'Hooley, Muldowney, Malone Madigan, Cadigan, Lanihan, Flanihan, Fagan, O'Hagan, O'Hoolihan, Flynn Shanihan, Manihan, Fogarty, Hogarty, Kelly, O'Kelly, McGuinnes, McGuinn. Shake hands with your Uncle Mike my girl and here is your sister Kate And there's the girl you used to swing down by the garden gate Shake hands with all of the neighbours and kiss the colleens all You're as welcome as the flowers in May to dear old Donnegal...
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