Twas on the road to Bandon, one mornin' in July, Sure I met a lovely Colleen, and she smiled as she passed byShe says, I am a stranger, and I'm lonely all alone, And would you kindly tell me where I'd find that little Blarney stoneThere's a Blarney stone in Kerry, there's a Blarney stone in Clare, There's a Blarney stone in Wicklow, and there's plenty in KindereThere's a Blarney stone in Sligo, and another in Meoghan, Should I give her the town I heard in, but she'll find the Blarney stoneSure I know he comes from Galway, I can tell her by his brow, Sure I never was a Galway man, but I was a normal rowAnd since you are a stranger, where the river Shannon flows, And you need Blarney stone, I know the sun don't need me noSure I hear his smile was broadened, and she winked an oogish eye, Oh, she sent me her little paint, and I thought I'd surely dieSo he rolled me in his arrows, and I never gave them all, Sure he kissed the blooming roses and abandoned Blarney stoneThere's a Blarney stone in Kerry, there's a Blarney stone in Clare, There's a Blarney stone in Wicklow, and there's plenty in KindereThere's a Blarney stone in Sligo, and another in Tyrol, Should I give her the town I heard in, but she'll find the Blarney stoneBlarney stone