A 1915 popular song. Words by Arthur J. Jackson and L. Wolfe Gilbert. Music by Milton Ager. Song suggested by Laurence Rubenstein.
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There’s a wee Bit of Blarney in Killarney
And I know that she’s longing for her Barney
Each bit of green that I find, Seems to bring to my mind
Ties that used to bind me to the girl I left behind
There was promise of Heaven in her laughter
That would haunt me for days that followed after
And just ’round the corner, the old Blarney stone
Will watch o’er the shanty that we’d call our own
If this wee bit of Blarney from Killarney
Stops her Blarney and marries me
2. “Mother dear,” the laddie said, “I know what I will do
Her Irish heart beats true, So why should I feel blue
I’ll go to her this very day, And then I’ll send for you
And you will see, what a family Just we three are sure to be.”