Stand up for St Paddy

On the shores of Britain young Patrick stood, Taken away to an Irish wood. A lad of sixteen, lost and bound, But faith in his heart, he stood his ground. Through fields of green and skies of grey, He found his strength, he found his way! So raise a glass for St. Paddy’s name! Sing it loud, feel the fire and flame! From Dublin town to New York’s streets, We march and cheer, we stamp our feet! He fled by night, a slave no more, Yet Ireland called him back once more. With shamrock raised, he spread the light, Turned the dark to morning bright! Through hills and towns his voice did ring, A tale of hope, a saint, a king! So raise a glass for St. Paddy’s name! Sing it loud, feel the fire and flame! From Dublin town to New York’s streets, We march and cheer, we stamp our feet! From Boston’s pubs to Galway’s bay, We lift our voices, shout hooray! Green rivers flow, the fiddles play, It’s St. Paddy’s Day, hip-hip hooray! So raise a glass for St. Paddy’s name! Sing it loud, feel the fire and flame! From Dublin town to New York’s streets, We march and cheer, we stamp our feet! Hey! Hey! Sláinte!