You may talk of your dons and your mittens proud red,
We boast of old Ireland, the land of true mare,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

Whose generous welcome to strangers so free,
Whose cander and friendship gives zestful and glee,
With hearts gay expanded without any guile,
And the shamrocks appears and each faces gives a smile,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

We blessed the great land of our green emerald isle,
Where mirth and good humour in the dull hours beguile,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

Where the harp plays so sweetly enraptured each lay,
It's melody swells on St. Patrick's Day,
Whose sons in the field have a dance or a song,
Excelled the old Spartans when joined in the throng,
Had a dance or a song with the shamrock so green.

Hail! Hail! Happy friends of Columbias free land,
Where freedoms brave sons unite heart in hand,
Had a dance and a song with the shamrock so green.

Then let us be cheerful and always agree,
This land to keep happy, united and free,
May mankind be blessed and joy equal laws,
And always triumphant in liberty's cause,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

While you sit round the bottle, give three hearty cheers,
And a bumper sincerely to true volunteers,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

Lift your glasses to freedom and tip off a toast,
With an Irishman smile, while the despot there boast,
May the banners of liberty wave in each clime,
And friendship unbounded cease only with time,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

Lift the shamrock aloft, be distinct to the view,
To show you an Irishman, honest and true,
With a dance and a song with the shamrock so green.

To congress supreme and to Washington too,
A bumper of burgundy justly is due,
May we live long in peace, may we govern with skill,
And each freedom may just be as great as he will,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.

Let others, St. George and St. Andrew, proclaim,
St. Patrick be mine while I sing of his fame,
With a dance and a song with the shamrock so green.

His piety rivalled the conclaves of Rome,
He sanctified all us adherence at home,
And miracles true he displayed o'er the land,
Each venomous creature he killed with his wand,
With a dance and a song and the shamrock so green.