Green, green, forty shades of green      I close my eyes and picture   The emerald of the sea   From the fishing boats at Dingle   To the shores of Donaghadee      I miss the river Shannon   And the folks at Skibbereen   The moorlands and the meddle   With their forty shades of green      But most of all I miss a girl   In Tipperary town   And most of all I miss her lips   As soft as eiderdown      Again I want to see and do   The things we've done and seen   Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar   And there's forty shades of green      Green, green, forty shades of green      I wish that I could spend an hour   At Dublin's churching surf   I'd love to watch the farmers   Drain the bogs and spade the turf      To see again the thatching   Of the straw the women glean   I'd walk from Cork to Larne to see   The forty shades of green      But most of all I miss a girl   In Tipperary town   And most of all I miss her lips   As soft as eiderdown      Again I want to see and do   The things we've done and seen   Where the breeze is sweet as Shalimar   And there's forty shades of green