Visit our special St. Patrick's Day section
Dear reader, we Irish are nothing if not poets, and here is a selection of the best St. Patrick's poems and songs I could find:
The love of St. Patrick
May the love of St.Patrick
find a place in your heart
A love of a country
a land set apart
A love of a people
so proud and so true
and lastly the love
that I feel now for you
Wishing you always
Wishing you always—
Walls for the wind
And a roof for the rain
And tea beside the fire—
Laughter to cheer you
And those you love near you—
And all that your heart might desire!
St Patrick's Day Verse
May you have warm words
on a cold evening,
A full moon on a dark night,
And the road downhill
all the way to your door.
""
May these rich blessings be your due—
A wealth of friendships, old and new,
Some service rendered, some solace given,
And gentle peace with God and Heaven.
""
May You Always Have...
enough luck to make you smile,
enough trials to keep you strong,
enough of all life's treasures
to keep you truly happy.
""
Saint Patrick was a gentleman,
he came from decent people,
In Dublin town he built a church,
and put upon't a steeple;
His father was a Callaghan,
his mother was a Brady,
His aunt was an O'Shaughnessy,
and his uncle was a Grady.
Then success to bold St. Patrick's fist,
he was a saint so clever;
He gave the snakes and toads a twist,
and banished them forever.
""
To the land of his masters
a shepherd boy came,
But to conquer their hearts,
not to seek for his fame,
And now his blessed name is known
all the world wide,
And the glory of Patrick
is Ireland's best pride.
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Switch to the desktop site to post a comment.penquin | Mar 14, 2010, 05:46 PM EDT
Love it, wish you had more Irish folk tales and stories on your site.
miamicanes | Mar 14, 2010, 09:18 AM EDT
For Them He thought about them though he was more than a century away and what would they be thinkin' of him a'celebratin' this way would he remember the dreams that sent him across or would he keep a celebratin' tryin' to forget the hurt and the loss o' it's a grand time to celebrate dreams set aside and catch the last crossin' of an Irish Tide wrote this in 76 for my grandparents coming over in 1875 jim mcgurk
Rebelforce | Mar 13, 2010, 09:46 PM EST
This is the best you could come up with? You're fired.
heybuldog69 | Mar 12, 2010, 08:50 PM EST
WHY Speak in prose When You Can Communicate in Poetry?