Verse 1
Up to migh-ty Lon-don came
An I-rish lad one day,
All the streets were paved
with gold,
So e-ver-y-one was gay!
Sing-ing songs of Pic-ca-dil-ly,
Strand, and Leice-ster Square,
'Til Pad-dy got ex-ci-ted
and
He shout-ed to them there:
Verse 2
Pad-dy wrote a let-ter
To his I-rish Mol-ly O',
Say-ing, "Should you not
re-ceive it,
Write and let me know!
If I make mis-takes in "spel-ling",
Mol-ly dear", said he,
"Re-mem-ber it's the pen,
that's bad,
Don't lay the blame on me".
Verse 3
Mol-ly wrote a neat re-ply
To I-rish Pad-dy O',
Say-ing, "Mike Ma-lo-ney
wants
To mar-ry me, and so
Leave the Strand and Pic-ca-dil-ly,
Or you'll be to blame,
For love has fair-ly drove
me sil-ly,
Hop-ing you're the same!"
Verse 4
That's the wrong way to tic-kle
Ma-rie,
That's the wrong way to
kiss!
Don't you know that o-ver
here, lad,
They like it best like this!
Hoo-ray pour le Fran-cais!
Fare-well, Angle-terre!
We didn't know the way to
tickle Ma-rie,
But we learned how, o-ver
there!
Chorus
It's a long way to Tip-per-ar-y,
It's a long way to go.
It's a long way to Tip-per-ar-y
To the sweet-est girl I
know!
Good-bye Pic-ca-dil-ly,
Fare-well Leice-ster Square!
It's a long long way to
Tip-per-ar-y
But my heart's right there.