| Hair of gold eyes of blue |
| Prettiest girl I ever knew |
| Skin as white as precious pearl |
| She was my Tipperary girl |
| She just chanced to pass me by |
| Pretty as a peach in a pumpkin pie |
| Fresh as a flower in full bloom |
| Sweet as a sunny summer’s afternoon |
| I was smitten she got me good |
| I never thought that Cupid could |
| Speared me down into my soul |
| Spun me round like a batted ball |
| I was courting pure romance |
| I asked her if she’d like to dance |
| Smiled at me and took my hand |
| Swung me 'til I couldn’t stand |
| She could dance and she could swing |
| Like a new born lamb in spring |
| Up and down and to and fro |
| Round and round and round we’d go |
| I fell heads and over heels |
| Heart was thumping jigs and reels |
| Twitched and twittered I’ll at ease |
| Like Hound dog scratching fleas |
| Now young and foolish Old and wise |
| Enter love with open eyes |
| Treat her right from the start |
| Or that Tipperary will break your heart |