If you’re Irish come into the parlour

In sweet Limerick Town, they say
Lived a chap named Patrick John Molloy
Once he sailed to USA
His luck in foreign parts he thought he’d try
Now he’s made his name, and is a wealthy man
He put a bit away for a rainy day
So if you gaze upon
The house of Patrick John
You’ll find a notice that goes on to say:

If you’re Irish come into the parlour
There’s a welcome there for you
If your name is Timothy or Pat
So long as you come from Ireland
There’s a welcome on the mat
If you come from the Mountains of Mourne
Or Killarney’s lakes so blue
We’ll sing you a song and we’ll make a fuss
Whoever you are you are one of us
If you’re Irish, this is the place for you

Patrick loved the girl he wed
But he could not stand his Ma-in-law
Once with joy he turned quite red
When she got into trouble thro’ her jaw
Six police they had to take her to the Court
She was informed a month she would have to do
So Patrick quickly wrote
Up to the Judge a note
Explaining: “Sir, I’m much obliged to you!”