English is Cool: 2013

SONG LYRICS:
The story of St Patrick's Day
Began so long ago
The lyrics in this song
Will tell you
All you need to know
The seventeenth of March
Is when this joyous holiday
Is celebrated happily
With colorful parades

Dee Lai Dee Dai Dee
Dai Dee Dai Dee
Lai Dee Dai Dee Dai
Hummm...Hummm...

Patrick was only sixteen when
The pirates captured him
They sold him to slavery
And took him to Ireland

He kept the faith
And made his escape
When he was twenty-two
And made it back to Britain
'Twas the only home he knew

Patrick had a vision
To return to Ireland
And vowed to teach Christianity
Until the bitter end
Legend says that Patrick used
The shamrock to explain
That the Father, Son and Holy Ghost
Are all and one the same

On this day the Irish dress
In many shades of green
And some are feeling lucky
With the leprechauns they've seen
It's music and fun for everyone
We'll party and we'll play
Come one, come all
Come join along
On this St. Paddy's Day!
Written by Wendy Wiseman

1ª estrofa,
We'll sing a song, a soldier's song,
With cheering, rousing chorus,
As round our blazing fires we thong,
The starry heavens o'er us;
Impatient for the coming fight,
And as we wait the mornings light,
Here in the silence of the night,
We'll sing a soldier's song,

Coro

Soldiers are we,,

whose lives are pledged to Ireland,

Some have come from a land beyond the wave,

Sworn to be free,

no more our ancient sireland,

Shall shelter the despot or the slave;

tonight we man the Bearna Baoghal,

In Erin's cause.

come woe or weal;

'Mid cannon's roar and rifle's peal,

We'll chant a soldier's song.

2ª estrofa,
In valley green or towering crag,
Our fathers fought before us,
And conquered 'neath the same old flag,
That's floating o'er us,
We're children of a fighting race,
That never yet has known disgrace,
And as we march the foe to face,
We'll sing a soldier's song

Coro

3era estrofa,
Sons of the Gael! Men of the Pale!,
The Long watched day is breaking;
The serried ranks of Innisfail,
Shall set the tyrant quaking.
Our camp fires now are burning low;
See in the east a silvery glow,
Out yonder waits the saxon foe,
So sing a soldier's song.

Coro