In the East End of London I met an old man

He kept a bar called the Horses and Tram

My parents were Irish

They loved that dear land

The Cockney he smiled

Then he shook my old hand

My heart is in Ireland

It's there I long to be

Her hills and her valleys are calling to me

Though born here in this land

My heart is in Ireland

The land of the old folks is calling to me

Near a coal mine in Wales

By a roadside cafe

A young girl came smiling

And to me did say

Well my folks are from Ireland

My Da' he hopes one day

When he leaves the mines

Sure we'll go back to stay

My heart is in Ireland

It's there I long to be

Her hills and her valleys are calling to me

Though born here in this land

My heart is in Ireland

The land of the old folks is calling to me

Then I went through the Midlands

Through each city and town

I found there were Irish in each place I roamed

And I drank and I sang at a pub

They call the Crown

With the Birmingham irish

We sang songs of home

My heart is in Ireland it's there I long to be

Her hills and her valleys are calling to me

Though born here in this land

My heart is in Ireland

The land of the old folks is calling to me

Then I went north to Scotland

To Glasgow on the Clyde

I met with some young lads

Said "Celtic's our side

All our folks are from Ireland

The island of the green

A country we love

But a place we've not seen

My heart is in Ireland

It's there I long to be

Her hills and her valleys are calling to me

Though born here in this land

My heart is in Ireland

The land of the old folks is calling to me