Are you homesick for the emerald isle?
Well here’s a ditty that’ll make you smile,
Take a glass and raise it high,
For all our cousin’s back in,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Gather round all to hear my tale,
Waved to my lassie then the boat set sail,
But my heart still lies in old Kinsale,
Let’s sing a song for,
Ireland, Ireland.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Ah take a drink and we'll drink some more,
We'll drink to your health, and drink to the poor,
We'll drink with a shamrock at the bottom of our cup,
With the white and the gold and the green raised up.

Raise her high.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Celebrate,
Celebrate.

Hey, hey St.Patrick’s Day,
Celebrate,
Celebrate.

I look at the sun,And I know it’s gonna be one of the days,That takes me right back to when I was young,Dreaming through the summer haze.
When nothing was scary, I could do anything.Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.
These are the days I remember,These are the days I miss,When young and free was all I had to be,And reality didn't exist.
Stuck on the train riding to work again,Life on a one-way street,My only escape is to pause and replay,Like a memory played on repeat.
When nothing was scary, I could do anything.Loving to cartwheel and dance in the rain,Pulling up daisies to put in a chain,Laughing for hours and rolling down hills,Climbing the trees at the old farmer's mill.
These are the days I remember,These are the days I miss,When young and free was all I had to be,And reality didn't exist.
Take me back to being young,Take me back to being young,Take me back to being young,Take me back to being young.

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