R.O.I. letra

Guinness in hand, shamrocks in his eyes
His pride, his heritage this Irish boy cannot hide
Heart beats to the rhythm of the strumming of a paddy's banjo
His blood runs three colours: green, white and gold

At night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home

I know that I'll be visiting some day
I'll stay with my mum's aunt and uncle up Wexford way
Getting merry on the ferry, the Irish Sea I'll cross
I'd travel miles to crawl the pubs and bars of New Ross

At night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home

I'll hire a car and drive down to Hook head
Maybe train it to Tramore or limp to Loftushall instead
Or write a song about the money and all the time I've spent
A song about a boy of Irish descent

At night these cobbled streets I roam. at night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home, this sovereign state is home
At night these cobbled streets I roam. at night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home, this sovereign state is home

At night these cobbled streets I roam. at night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home, this sovereign state is home
At night these cobbled streets I roam. at night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home, this sovereign state is home

At night these cobbled streets I roam. at night these cobbled streets I roam
This sovereign state is home