Saint Patrick's Day

Music and lyrics by H. P. Danks
Thanks to Caniel Meyers for telling us where to find the lyrics!

Painting by Don Troilani

Long years ago, when but a child,
I rambled o'er the soft green turf,
Or lingered 'mid the rocky wild,
And watched the fierce Atlantic's surf,
When all the future tinged with gold
To me seemed bright and gay,
Twas then, from lips now still and cold,
I learned to love Saint Patrick's Day.

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When all the future tinged with gold
To me seemed bright and gay,
Twas then, from lips now still and cold,
I learned to love Saint Patrick's Day.

Though Erin now is not my home,
My heart still holds her mem'ry dear,
And when the first bright Spring days come,
To gladden each suceeding year,
I see again my native shore,
And almost hear the piper play,
As fancy paints the scene once more
O'er some long past Saint Patrick's Day.

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There comes to mind a lovely face,
That looked from out the low thatch'd cot,
And with a sweet, untutor'd grace,
Gave what my soul hath ne'er forgot~
True Irish girl, thou Nature's queen~
Oh how the long years speed away,
Since with a sigh, my own Colleen,
We parted one Saint Patrick's Day.

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In every clime beneath the sky,
The proud, though exiled, Celt is seen,
In honor for his flag to die,
But ever loyal to the Green:
Thus while Columbia well I love,
And keep the "Fourth" and hope I may,
I'll ne'er forget where e'er I rove,
To celebrate Saint Patrick's Day.

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