There are people in the world tonight who are weeping 'cause they're glad
Their war songs all are happy, their love songs all are sad
People ache and then be there, then always wish them well
They'll love you like a brother back, then fight amongst themselves
And it's my blood running through their rivers
My blood running through their pains
My blood mixing with the whiskey in the jar
They always drink the parting glass and leave the shamrock shores
That's why you find them flocking home with open arms and doors
They miss their native country like mothers miss their sons
They'll sing all night of going back, but that day never comes
And it's my blood running through their rivers
My blood running through their pains
My blood mixing with the whiskey in the jar
And it's my blood running through their rivers
My blood running through their pains
My blood mixing with the whiskey in the jar
Their loving land was never mine, to missing call my own
Their histories and struggles are not the ones I've known
But I've worn their scars with pride enough and winced with pain they felt
And rant and cried with the busted ones, with each hand they've been dealt
And it's my blood running through their rivers
My blood running through their pains
My blood mixing with the whiskey in the jar
My blood washing through their veins___
My blood running through their rivers
My blood running through their pains
My blood mixing with the whiskey in the jar