The Holly Green, The Ivy Green,
The prettiest picture you've ever seen,
It's Christmas in Killarney,
With all of the folks from home.

It's nice you know to kiss your beau,
While huddling under the mistletoe,
And Santa Clause you know of course,
Is one of the boys from home.

The door is always open,
The neighbors pay a call,
And Father John, before he's gone,
Will bless this 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 are never known,
It's Christmas in Killarney,
With all the folks at home.