They wear green
and they are beautiful,
their hearts are filled with love
They're as pure as any lily
and as gentle as a dove
they sing and cheer in harmony
'till their throats are cracked and sore
but there is no doubt
you hear them shout
when jackies' heroes score
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
They'll come from Dublin
and from Cork
from dear old Donegall
From London, Boston and New York
from anywhere at all
from parramatta to fermoy
strabane to skibereen
And will the shout go up
when the world cup
is raised on Stephen's Green
(YES IT WILL!)
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
And when we're there in Italy
on Sardinia's sunny shore
we'll be the boys you'll want to see
the boys you all adore
we'll play like perfect gentlemen
to win, to lose, to draw
For we're here to take
the world cup
to paddy's shamrock shore
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do
Tooraloo!
Tooraloo!
And we'll follow Jack's heroes
whatever they do

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