Everybody's Irish on St. Patrick's Day.
The laddie born to the old sod,
The lassie, Erin's beauty caught.
They gather across the whole wide world,
Green shamrocks and pipes to uphold,
Parading in top hats, suits of white,
Playing Irish ditties day and night.
It's "Erin Go Braugh", "Good Luck", and
"Have ye a wee drop with me now?"
"It's hail and fare-thee-well,
Top O' the mornin' to all."
Then who appeares? King James,
An Englishman coveting Erin's green hills.
"A home for the Protestant nuisance," he said.
"Out of England to Ulster County they'll go."
Warring clans created a full Revolution.
Catholics joined the English king.
Protestants supported William of Orange.
The Orangemen won the Battle of Boyne
and England gave up one million acres
the Irish could call their own.
The struggle crushed their great
Woolen mills; the markets in England
were closed to their ships.
The best of the Irish emigrated to
Some other place...and in 1795
My great, great grandfather
joined the race.....to America.
Wherever the Irish settled, that generous lot
Could laugh with you over corned beef and cabbage,
But they've never forgotten the millions who starved
During the potato famine.
In memory they'll heist a GREEN Beer with ye.....
But some will wear ORANGE!.....
In memory of Prince William,
In memory of their roots
to remind the world that
EVERYBODY'S IRISH ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY!
So..."Erin go braugh", me hearties!