They wear green
And they are beautiful
And their hearts are filled with love

They're as pure as any lily
And as gentle as a dove
They'll sing and cheer in harmony
Till their throats are cracked and sore

But there is no doubt
You'll hear them shout
When Jackie's heroes score

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

They'll come from Dublin
And from Cork, from dear old Donegal
From London, Boston, and New York
From anywhere at all

From Parramatta to Fermoy
Strabane to Skibereen
And will the shout go up

When the World Cup
Is raised on Stephens Green
(Yes, it will)

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

And when we're there in Italy
On Sardinia's sunny shore
We'll be the boys you'll want to see
The boys you'll all adore

We'll play like perfect gentlemen
To win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take the World Cup
To Paddy's shamrock shore

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do

Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
Whatever they do
Too-ra-loo, too-ra-loo