Mckelvey's Daughters

I do know Bill McKelvey he drinks in the Bayswater An Irishman and a good man and he's got lovely daughters He came to Melbourne years ago from Ireland and Tir Conaill Land of the eagle of the north the great Red Hugh O Donnell. His daughters Margaret and Carmel are charming girls and pretty Bet you'd not find two nicer girls in all of Melbourne City I've met them in the Normandy where Irish hearts grow merry And old time Irish songs are sung old as the hills of Kerry. Though born and bred in Melbourne Town they do have Irish faces And through their young Australian hearts the blood of Ireland races With ginger hair and cheerful ways they show their Irish breeding One good dropp of Tir Conaill blood is worth one ton of feeding. I've been to London and New york and to the back of yonder But never met such friendly girls in all my days of wander They win you with their cheerful ways it must be their upbringing Those joybells in their carefree hearts forever keep on ringing. I've known some nice girls I must say though I've not known that many But nicer than McKelvey girls I never have met any They've got a simple charisma that grows from self contentment And in their young hearts there's no room for sadness or resentment I do know Bill McKelvey and there's nobody better And he's worked hard for what he's got and he's the real go getter He's lived in Melbourne for many years and drinks in the Bayswater And he feels proud and rightly so of his delightful daughters.