The holly green, the ivy green,
The prettiest picture you've ever seen
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all of the folks at home.
It's nice, you know, to kiss your beau
While cuddling under the mistletoe,
And Santa Claus you know, of course,
Is one of the boys from home.
The dorr is always open;
The neighbors pay a call;
And Father John before he's gone
Will bless the house and all.
How grand it feels to click your heels
And join in the fun of the jigs and reels;
I'm handing you no blarney,
the likes you've never known
Is Christmas in Killarney
With all the fols at home.

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