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 and 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 folk is calling to me"

Near a coal mine in Wales, by a roadside café
A young girl came smiling and to me did say
"Well, my folks are from Ireland me dad
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 folk 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 in
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"