The Legend of St.patrick's Day
On the hills of old Ireland, so green and so fair
A legend was born, a saint with red hair (red hair)
He sailed 'cross the sea from afar, they say
To bring joy and laughter on St. Patrick's Day
He carried a clover, a symbol of luck
And a pot full of gold, to those down on their luck (down on their luck)
He walked through the streets, spreading cheer all around
With his mischievous smile and his merry sound
Oh, St. Patrick's Day, a celebration we hold
With music and dancing, and stories of old (ooh-yeah)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
On the hills of old Ireland, so green and so fair
A legend was born, a saint with red hair (red hair)
He sailed 'cross the sea from afar, they say
To bring joy and laughter on St. Patrick's Day
He carried a clover, a symbol of luck
And a pot full of gold, to those down on their luck (down on their luck)
He walked through the streets, spreading cheer all around
With his mischievous smile and his merry sound
Oh, St. Patrick's Day, a celebration we hold
With music and dancing, and stories of old (ooh-yeah)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
A legend was born, a saint with red hair (red hair)
He sailed 'cross the sea from afar, they say
To bring joy and laughter on St. Patrick's Day
He carried a clover, a symbol of luck
And a pot full of gold, to those down on their luck (down on their luck)
He walked through the streets, spreading cheer all around
With his mischievous smile and his merry sound
Oh, St. Patrick's Day, a celebration we hold
With music and dancing, and stories of old (ooh-yeah)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
On the hills of old Ireland, so green and so fair
A legend was born, a saint with red hair (red hair)
He sailed 'cross the sea from afar, they say
To bring joy and laughter on St. Patrick's Day
He carried a clover, a symbol of luck
And a pot full of gold, to those down on their luck (down on their luck)
He walked through the streets, spreading cheer all around
With his mischievous smile and his merry sound
Oh, St. Patrick's Day, a celebration we hold
With music and dancing, and stories of old (ooh-yeah)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
Raise up your glass, drink to the saint so fine
For on this day, we'll be Irish, all of the time (all of the time)
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Writer(s): Wai Chan
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