Up to mighty London came an Irishman one day, As the streets are paved with gold, sure ev ́ryone was gay; Singing songs of Piccadilly, Strand and Leicester Square, Till Paddy got excited, then he shouted to them there: "It ́s a long way to Tipperary, It ́s a long way to go; It ́s a long way to Tipperary, To the sweetest girl I know! Oh, good-bye to Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square! It ́s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies here!" Paddy wrote a letter to his Irish Molly O, Saying, "Should you not receive it, Write and let me know! If I make mistakes in spelling, Molly dear," said he "Remember it ́s the pen that ́s bad, Don ́t lay the blame on me." It ́s a long way to Tipperary, It ́s a long way to go; It ́s a long way to Tipperary, To the most beautiful girl I know! Hey, good-bye to Piccadilly! Farewell, Leicester Square! It ́s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies there! Molly wrote a neat reply to Irish Paddy O. Saying, "Mike Mahoney, he wants to marry me, And so leave the Strand and Piccadilly, or you ́ll be to blame For love has fairly drove me silly, hoping you ́re the same?" It ́s a long way to Tipperary, It ́s a long way to go; It ́s a long way to Tipperary, To the sweetest girl I know! Ay, good-bye to Piccadilly! And farewell, Leicester Square! It ́s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies there! It ́s a long way to Tipperary, It ́s a long way to go; It ́s a long way to Tipperary, To the most beautiful girl, I sing about live! Oh yes, oh, good-bye to Piccadilly! And farewell, Leicester Square! It ́s a long, long way to Tipperary, But my heart lies there!