You may think by my line of discoursing
That I once kissed the great Blarney Stone.
I've not, but I'll tell you a story.
I've often kissed Mother Malone.

Some landsmen they go out a courting,
Sure, they haven't the spunk of a mouse.
They'll stand on the corner and whistle.
They're afraid to go into the house.

But I'll always walk in with me swagger.
As if the old place were me own.
I sit meself down with good evening.
How are you old Mother Malone?

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I'll kiss the old woman and hug the old man.
Give Johnny a dollar and shake hands with Dan.
Fight for his sister and do all I can.
Then I'll walk out with me girl, Mary Anne.

Sure, I've only been courting a fortnight
And her heart and her hand I have won.
And the first time I went to her cottage,
The old lady she called me her son.

Now Johnny been calling me brother.
With him I keeps on the right side.
I kissed and I flattered his sister
For she is my darling and pride.

When I asked the old man for his daughter,
His son-in-law soon I will be.
He said to himself while we're talking.
You can have both me daughter and me.