SAINT PATRICK' S DAY
'Tis the glorious day of Saint Patrick,
Sure,
the patron Saint of our land,
To‑day is a day of rejoicing,
Come,
Irishmen,
give us your hand.
We rejoice we belong to old Ireland,
The land which St. Patrick has blessed,
'Tis the home of the rich green shamrock,
To Irishmen surely the best.
O sad was the day we divided Our emerald‑green Isle,
Och‑hone,
Bad cess to the men who decided To break up our little sweet home.
We're Irish,
but loyal to Britain,
And fighting for her just the same,
Britain will safeguard our freedom,
Then may we ne'er go down in shame.
There's Scotsmen,
the Welsh and the English,
The Irish—the best of them all If we would all stick together,
Begorra,
we never could fall.
And the men who are bred from this bloodstream,
Being a mixture of the four,
Bedad,
bejabers,
what a blending,
Could anyone ask for more?
So now a toast to old Ireland. The emerald‑green Isle so blest. St. Patrick,
the Dear little Shamrock,
To Irishmen‑ always the best. back to top |