It seems like only yesterday
I sailed from out of Cork
A wanderer from old Erin's isle
I landed in New York
There wasn't a soul to greet me there
A stranger on your shore
But Irish luck was with me here
And riches came galore
And now that I'm going back again
To dear old Erin's isle
My friends will meet me on the pier
And greet me with a smile
Their faces, sure, I've almost forgot
I've been so long away
But me mother will introduce them all
And this to me will say

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here's your sister, Kate
And sure there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all your neighbours
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old Donnegal
They'll line the roads for miles and miles
They'll come from near and far
And they'll give a party when I go home
With Irish jauntin' cars
The spirits'll flow and we'll be gay
We'll fill your hearts with joy
And the piper will play an Irish reel
To greet the Yankee boy
We'll dance and sing the whole night long
Such fun as never was seen
The lads'll be decked in corduroy
The colleens wearin' green
There'll be thousands there that I never saw
I've been so long away
But me mother will introduce them all
And this to me will say:

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here's your sister, Kate
And sure there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all your neighbours
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old Donnegal
Meet Branigan, Fannigan, Milligan, Gilligan
Duffy, McCuffy, Malachy, Mahone
Rafferty, Lafferty, Donnelly, Connelly
Dooley, O'Hooley, Muldowney, Malone
Madigan, Cadigan, Lanihan, Flanihan
Fagan, O'Hagan, O'Hoolihan, Flynn
Shanihan, Manihan, Fogarty, Hogarty
Kelly, O'Kelly, McGuinness, McGuinn

Shake hands with your Uncle Mike, me boy
And here's your sister, Kate
And sure there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate
Shake hands with all your neighbours
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old Donnegal