‘Tis a day for jolly chants and jigs, it won’t be hard to win you over,
The luck of the Irish has helped many of folk to find their four leaf clover.
Those mischievous souls with their wee pots of gold will have you feelin’ frisky;
‘though if you see this fellow, and feel quite mellow, it may be due to too much whiskey.
Beware of green goons with puffy chests that make bets who can chug ’em quicker,
For Saint Paddy’s ain’t for the faint of heart but for those who can hold their liquor!