E
In Ireland, in Ireland
A B7
The leprechauns abound.
E
They’ll dazzle you and promise you
A B7
And take you by the hand
E
Into their little land
B7 E
Underneath the ground.

A
When you're in the Little Land
E A
They fill your hands with gold,
E B7 A B7
You think you stay for just a day,
E
You come out bent and old.

A E
Dead leaves in your pockets,
B7 E
All are enchanted, have a care.
B7 A
Run, run from the little folk,
B7
Or you'll have dead leaves in your pockets,
E B7 E
And snowflakes in your hair.

When you're in the Little Land
You watch the wee folk play,
You see them through a game or two,
You come out old and gray.

Lights shine in the Little Land
From diamonds on the wall,
But when you're back on the brown hill side
It's cold pebbles after all.

Music in the little land
Makes the heart rejoice.
It charms your ear so you can not hear
The sound of your true love’s voice.