| Verse: | |||
| C | - | - | - |
| - | - | - | - |
| G7 | - | C | A7 |
| D7 | - | G7 | - |
| C | - | - | - |
| - | C7 | F | - |
| D7 | - | G | - |
| D7 | - | C | G7 |
| Chorus: | |||
| C | - | - | - |
| F | - | C | F |
| - | - | C | A7 |
| D7 | - | G7 | - |
| C | - | - | C7 |
| F | - | C | F |
| - | Cdim | C | A7 |
| D7 | G7 | C | - (G7 to chorus) |
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile, Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a tear-drop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while and all other times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.
Sure it's like a morn in Spring,
In the lilt of Irish laughter,
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay,
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure they steal your heart away.