| Saint Patrick’s day | 
| For the Shamrock make way | 
| For the green, white and gold | 
| And the harp, bright and old | 
| With the great marching bands | 
| Playing songs of Ireland | 
| And the bright Irish eyes | 
| Singing out to the skies | 
| Where the Irish are seen | 
| There’ll be pride in the green | 
| In Boston, New York | 
| In Dublin and in Cork | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| Is Ireland’s greatest day | 
| So let’s say «Hip, hooray!» | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| In New York, they’ll be marching | 
| The greatest to be seen | 
| Pipers, there’ll be piping | 
| The orange, white and green | 
| The Irish will remember | 
| And dance the world around | 
| In London and in Glasgow | 
| And down in Melbourne Town | 
| Oh, girls and boys from Dublin | 
| Sing out those Irish songs | 
| Rebels all from Donegal | 
| Sing Ireland’s rights and wrongs | 
| In Boston and Chicago | 
| We’ll dance to jigs and reels | 
| And sing the songs of Ireland | 
| And of it’s four green fields | 
| Saint Patrick’s day | 
| For the Shamrock make way | 
| For the green, white and gold | 
| And the harp, bright and old | 
| With the great marching bands | 
| Playing songs of Ireland | 
| And the bright Irish eyes | 
| Singing out to the skies | 
| Where the Irish are seen | 
| There’ll be pride in the green | 
| In Boston, New York | 
| In Dublin and in Cork | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| Is Ireland’s greatest day | 
| So let’s say «Hip, hooray!» | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| Saint Patrick was a gentleman | 
| Who came to Ireland’s sod | 
| He banished all the serpents | 
| Away from Irish bogs | 
| Some people say the devil | 
| Was on Killarney’s shore | 
| So he never went to Kerry | 
| Or so the story goes | 
| He travelled out to Ulster | 
| To Connacht and the West | 
| And he went to royal Tara | 
| And the King himself he blessed | 
| To all the friends of Ireland | 
| Who live the world around | 
| Who want to share the day with us | 
| A welcome’s to be found | 
| Saint Patrick’s day | 
| For the Shamrock make way | 
| For the green, white and gold | 
| And the harp, bright and old | 
| With the great marching bands | 
| Playing songs of Ireland | 
| And the bright Irish eyes | 
| Singing out to the skies | 
| Where the Irish are seen | 
| There’ll be pride in the green | 
| In Boston, New York | 
| In Dublin and in Cork | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| Is Ireland’s greatest day | 
| So let’s say «Hip, hooray!» | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day | 
| So let’s say «Hip, hooray!» | 
| For Saint Patrick’s day |