St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick’s Day

Leprechauns peeking,
Around a willow tree,
Pussy willows waking,
Longing to be free.
Colleens and shamrocks
And castles old and gray,
Put them all together
To make St. Patrick’s Day.


The Wearin’ O’ the Green

Today is the day fer the wearin’ o’ the green.
Today is the day when the little people are seen.
Today is St. Patrick’s Day, so if ye’re Irish me lad,
Join the celebratin’ fer the grandest time ta’ be had.

Ya’ put yer hand up in the air, the other hand on your hip.
Ya’ tap yer toe, ya’ tap yer heel, ya’ bounce yer knee a wee bit.
Ya’ prance ‘n dance around the room, n’ circle one two three.
The saints be praised, I must admit, ya’ all look Irish ta’ me.


Leprechaun

Leprechaun, leprechaun, fly across the sea
And fetch an emerald shamrock for you and me.
Do not bring a nettle or a thistle for a joke,
But bring an Irish shamrock, for we are Irish folk.
And you and I, my leprechaun, will wear the shamrock gay,
And match it with and Irish smile upon St. Patrick’s Day!


The Leprechauns are Marching

The Leprechauns are marching,
They’re marching down the hall,
They’re marching on the ceiling,
They’re marching on the wall.
They’re marching two by two,
And now it’s four by four,
You say you still can’t see them?
Move back! Here come some more!

The leprechauns are marching,
I think it’s three by three.
Just close your eyes and try now
To visualize with me.
Their merry little feet
Will never miss a beat.
They’re very tricky fellows.
Look out! They’re under the sheet!


St. Patrick’s Day

St. Patrick came from Ireland
A country trimmed with green
It has the shamrocks and the pipes
Those leprechauns you’ve seen
Those leprechauns will trip you
You’ll fall flat on your face
They’ll tickle your nose and sour the milk
Then find a hiding place!


I’ll Wear a Shamrock

St. Patrick’s Day is with us,
The day when all that’s seen
To right and left and everywhere
Is green, green, green!

And Irish tunes they whistle
And Irish songs they sing,
To-day each Irish lad walks out
As proud as any king.

I’ll wear a four-leaf shamrock
In my coat, the glad day through,
For my father and mother are Irish
And I am Irish too!

Mary Carolyn Davies


St. Patrick’s Day

Oh, my mother isn’t Irish
And my father isn’t too,
But today I feel as Irish
As the really Irish do.

For today I wear a shamrock
That is green in every way
And though I am Canadian,
I am Irish — for today!

Aileen Fisher