I left my umbrella in Ireland
In a pub near down by the sea.
It kept me dry of the drops
That seemed to chase after me.

I left my umbrella in Ireland
With the old lads drinking their beers.
No need of a big blue umbrella
To keep dry their big merry tears.

I left my umbrella in Ireland,
And I believe my happy heart too.
For it was the land of smiling eyes
And skies that sometimes stayed blue.