TIPPERARY
(Leo Curley / Jas. M. Fulton, J. Fred Helf,   1907)


I'm in love with a slip of a tip-tip-typical Tipperary miss:
She's a regular clip with a rosy lip that you'd dearly love to kiss: 
From the tip of her toes to the tip top of her nose I love her so. 
I'd like to just take her and squeeze her,
I know that it wouldn't displease her. 
But she lives in Tipperary many miles away from here, 
If I could just meet her to see her and greet her, 
I'm thinkin' I'd eat her the little dear. 
But she's many miles away from here and so I'll wait I fear. 
Till I take a notion and sail o'er the ocean to Ireland.

Now I'll give ye a tip when I board the ship with me grip to trip away: 
I'll be there a yell when they ring the bell and I'll shout "hip-hip-hooray." 
Then the whistle will toot and away we'll shoot with a toot toot down the bay. 
I'll wave a bye-bye when we're sailin' from over the top of the railin'. 
Then a cross the briny ocean to the tiny Em'rald Isle 
I'd give me last penny, if I hadn't any, be-gory, or many to see her smile. 
As she used to when she sat ferninst me down beside the stile. 
But I was a rover be-dad and came over from Ireland.

Faith it's me that's nearly crazy, 
From me Tipperary daisy
All the day me hearts "undaisy." 
Sure the thing I find that's on me mind, 
Is the darlin' girl I left behind, 
Far off in dear old Tipperary.