Tipperary Composer(s): Leo Curley - Jas. M. Fulton - J. Fred Helf
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
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