When the Boys Come Rollin’ Home

I remember very well the day we went away
Sailing out of Belfast in the morning
Our hopes were on tomorrow as we kissed the girls goodbye
But our dreams were on the day of our returning

And There'll be dancing and romancing and
And Never more we'll roam
There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay

When the Boys Come Rolling Home
We safely reached the other side to New York City fair
In spite of wind and rain and stormy weather
We all sat down to have a drink and wish each other well
And said that we would all go home together

And There'll be dancing and romancing and
And Never more we'll roam
There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay

Paddy went to Boston and Bruce to Buffalo
And Jim he went as far as California
They used to write me letters then but that was long ago
And they always talked of Ireland and returning

And There'll be dancing and romancing and
And Never more we'll roam
There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay

I must be nearly ninety now, my grandson's by my bed
And here I'm in Chicago and still scheming
He says he'll take me home again to rest my weary head
And I'll leave him a legacy of dreaming

And There'll be dancing and romancing and
And Never more we'll roam
There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay

And There'll be dancing and romancing and
And Never more we'll roam
There'll be rolling in the hay, there'll be whiskey in the tay