Its that time of year again
when Irish round the globe
Celebrate their heritage
which they in turn bestow

To each passing generation,
a happy heart to hold
and a warm endearing smile
to tell tales yet untold

Of brave and daring warriors
and kind and gentle folk
Who spread across the earth
and helped relieve the heavy yoke

Of tyranny and misery
and all of hell's unholy lot
So that freedom and security could be had
by those who sought

The fruits of their labor
and the bounty of their land
That the Irish helped to settle
and the rest to understand

That it's a spirit that unite
the celtic tribes of old
And nothing can destroy it
except a memory grown cold

So each March seventeenth
we remind ourselves and those
That the irish be not forgotten
nor their deeds remain reposed

So sing a song and give a cheer
when St Pat's Day comes at last
But remember it's the future
that is father to the past

by Pat Gallinagh