I got ink on me skin From a needle and a grin No roses, no lace Just a bit of the place On me arm, on me chest I wear what I wear best The lads say I’m daft I say, “Aye, that’s the craft” A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp That’s me stubborn little heart A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp I got the laugh and the scar A shamrock and a harp Got a Saint with a stare And a dog on me hair A crow and a crown And a boot in me frown The priest shook his head Mam said, “He’s a head” But she still made the tea And she still laughed at me They say, “What’s it mean?” I say, “Get back in the queue” It means I’ve been battered And I still come through A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp That’s me stubborn little heart A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp I got the laugh and the scar A shamrock and a harp Not for the rich man Not for the parade Just skin, sweat, and history And the bills I paid If you want me polished Go buy a glass I’m chipped at the edges And I’ll bite your ass A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp That’s me stubborn little heart A shamrock and a harp A shamrock and a harp I got the laugh and the scar A shamrock and a harp Aye, there it is Plain as day A shamrock and a harp And I’ll wear it that way
