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There's a tear in your eye, |
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And I'm wondering why, |
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For it never should be there at all. |
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With such pow'r in your smile, |
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Sure a stone you'd beguile, |
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So there's never a teardrop should fall. |
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When your sweet lilting laughter's |
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Like some fairy song, |
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And your eyes twinkle bright as can be; |
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You should laugh all the while |
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And all other times smile, |
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And now, smile a smile for me. |
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When Irish eyes are smiling, |
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Sure, 'tis like the morn in |
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Spring.In the lilt of |
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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 steal your heart away. |
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For your smile is a part |
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Of the love in your heart, |
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And it makes even sunshine more bright. |
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Like the linnet's sweet song, |
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Crooning all the day long, |
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Comes your laughter and light. |
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For the springtime of life |
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Is the sweetest of all |
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There is ne'er a real care or regret; |
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And while springtime is ours |
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Throughout all of youth's hours, |
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Let us smile each chance we get. |
