From Dublin’s Grafton lights all aglow, We bundle the kids, through the frosty snow. Past Eyre Square’s tree in Galway town, The clan’s all comin’, no one’s stayin’ down! Muckross House calls with its lakeside cheer, Killarney’s fires burn bright this year. Jig home for Christmas, hearts full and light, Cold winter warmed by the family’s delight! Fiddles are dancin’, the bodhrán’s a-thump, From Cork’s English Market to the hearth we jump! (Heel-toe, heel-toe!) Happiness rings, Ireland’s huggin’ us tight with the joy it brings! Cousins from Cork with their market haul, Pies and plum pudding to feed one and all. Auntie’s tin whistle sings sweet and clear, Uncle’s on spoons—give a mighty cheer! Grandda’s tales by the turf fire’s glow, Of Christmases past in the long-ago. Jig home for Christmas, hearts full and light, Cold winter warmed by the family’s delight! Fiddles are dancin’, the bodhrán’s a-thump, From Grafton to Galway, we’re home in a clump! (Heel-toe, heel-toe!) Happiness rings, Ireland’s huggin’ us tight with the joy it brings! So raise up your glass by the Christmas tree, From Muckross to Market, it’s where we’ll be! Jig home for Christmas, the cold’s no more, Ireland’s love keeps us warm evermore! (Heel-toe, heel-toe...)
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