WITH A SHILLELAGH UNDER ME ARM
Lyrics: Raymond Wallace - Music: Billy O'Brien

Bing Crosby, Ruby Murray, many others


(Verse)

Sure I'm tired of roaming 'round
And so I'm gonna pack me grip,
And I mean to book me passage on
A mighty powerful ship.
I'll be bound to send a telegram
The day I reach the quay
To tell them in a week or two
They'll be expecting me.

(Chorus)

With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye,
I'm off for Tipperary in the morning
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a too-ra-loo-ra-lie,
I'll be welcome in the home that I was born in.
Me mother's told the neighbour
That I'm gonna settle down;
Phil the Fluter's comin' 'round
To play me round the town.
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye
I'm off for Tipperary in the mornin'.

Sure I'm feeling mighty fine,
And I've got bags of money, too,
And I mean to give the folks at home
A proper Irish do.
There'll be such a welcome waiting for ye
All along on the mat,
I can just imagine people saying
"Ah ha, how are ye, Pat?"

With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye,
I'm off for Tipperary in the mornin'.
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a too-ra-loo-ra-lie,
I'll be welcome in the home that I was born in.
Me mother's told the neighbour
That I'm gonna settle down,
And Phil the Fluter's comin' 'round
To play me round the town.
With me shillelagh under me arm
And a twinkle in me eye,
I'm off for Tipperary in the mornin'.



(Contributed by Lou Rugani - The Music of the Stars (WLIP) - March 2013)