Tuair dom do lamh
And of course with
A cead mile failte I
Will share my hearth.

Suig sios agus lig do
Scith cois na tine and
Hang out your flag to
Wave in the Irish gale.

Bienvenue,  always a
Place for one more on
Indian trains or on the
Postage stamp of Gaza.

Ireland is nearly empty
We fled the the 40 shades
For greener pastures there’s
Room here thanks for coming.