Harrigan
H-A-Double R-I
G-A-N spells Harrigan!
Proud of all the Irish that’s in me.
Divil a man can say a word agin me!
Oh, H-A Double R-I
G-A-N you see!
It’s the name,
That no shame has ever been connected with
It’s a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that’s me!

 

How are things in Glocca Morra?
How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that little brook still leaping there?
Does it still run down to Donny-cove?
Through Killy-begs, Kilkerry and Kildare?

How are things in Glocca Morra?
Is that willow tree still weeping there?
Does that laddie with the twinklin’ eye
Come whistlin’ by and does he walk away,
Sad and dreamy there not to see me there?

So I ask each weepin’ willow
And each brook along the way,
And each lad that comes a whistlin’
Too-ra-lay
How are things in Glocca Morra
This fine day?