St. Patrick's Party Print and Sing Along

1. Four Leaf Clover 2. Mary, Mary  3. I Want A Girl

4. Peggy O'Neil  5. Irish Lullaby   6. Irish Eyes/Smiling

7. Band Played On 8. Macnamara's Band   9. Wild Irish Rose

10. Peg O' My Heart   11. Clancy Lowered the Boom

12. Shanty In Old Shanty Town    13. Galway Bay


I'm looking over a four leaf clover

That I overlooked before

One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain

Third is the roses that grow in the lane

No need explaining the one remaining

It's somebody I adore

I'm looking over a four leaf clover

That I overlooked before.


For it is Mary, Mary,  plain as any name can be:

But with propriety, society, will say Marie

But it was Mary, Mary,  long before the fashions came

And there something there, that sounds so square

Its a grand old name.

(and then......)

H-A-Double R- I-      G-A-N spells Harrigan

Proud of all the Irish that is in me

Devil a man can say a word a'gin me

H-A-Double R-I----G-A-N you see

It's a name brought to fame,

That's never been connected with

Harrigan, that's me.


1) I want a girl, just like the girl, that married dear old Dad

She was a pearl and the only girl that Daddy ever had

A good old fashioned girl with heart so true

One who love nobody else but you

I want a girl, Just like the girl that married dear old Dad

2) I want a beer, just like the beer,  that pickled dear old Dad

It was the beer and the only beer that Daddy ever had

A good old green beer with a head of foam

It took ten men to carry Daddy home.

Oh, I want a beer, just like the beer that pickled my old dad.


If her eyes are blue as skies, that's Peggy O'Neil

If she's smiling all the while, that's Peggy O'Neil

If she walks like a sly little rogue

If she talks with a cute little brogue

Sweet personality, full of rascality

That's Peggy O'Neil.


Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra, Too Ra Loo Ra Li

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra,

Hush now don't you cry

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra, Too Ra Loo Ra Li

Too Ra Loo Ra Loo Ra,

That's an Irish Lullaby.


When Irish Eyes are smiling,

Sure it's like a morn in spring

In the lilt of Irish laughter,

You can hear the angels sing

When Irish hearts are happy,

All the world seems bright and gay

And when Irish eyes are smiling

Sure they'll steal your heart away


Casey would waltz with a strawberry blonde

And the band played on.

He'd glide cross the floor with a girl he adored

And the band played on.

But his brain was so loaded, he nearly exploded

The poor girl would shake with alarm

He married the girl with the strawberry curl

And the band played on...



Oh! The drums go bang and the cymbals clang

And the horns they blaze away

McCarthy pumps the old bazzoon

While I the pipes do play

'N' Hennessey, Tennessee, tootles the flute

And the magic is somethin' grand

A credit to old Ireland

Is Macnamara's Band


My wild Irish rose, the sweetest flower that grows.

You may search everywhere but none can compare

With my wild Irish rose

My wild Irish rose,  the dearest flower that grows

And someday for my sake she may let me take

The bloom from my wild Irish rose.


Peg o' my heart I love you

We'll never part, I love you

I always knew, it would be you

Since I heard your lilting laughter

It's your Irish heart I'm after

Peg o' my heart, your glances

Make my heart say--how's chances?

Come, be my own

Come make your home in my heart.



Oh, that Clancy, oh, that Clancy

Whenever they got his Irish up

Clancy lowered the boom

Oh, that Clancy, oh that Clancy

Whenever they got his Irish Up

Clancy lowered the boom, boom

Boom, boom, boom. boom, boom. boom


It's only a shanty in old shanty town.

The roof is so slanty

It touches the ground

Just a tumbled down shack

By an old railroad track

Like a millionaire's mansion

Is calling me back

I'd give up a palace if I were a king

It's more than a palace,

It's my everything

There's a queen waiting there

With a silvery crown

In a shanty in old shanty town

(Step it up now)

There's a shanty in a town on a little plot of ground

Where the green grass grows all around, all around

And the roof's so worn, so badly torn,

That it tumbles to the ground.

In a little grass shack that sits way back

About 25 feet from the railroad track

Lingers on my mind most all the time

Keeps calling me back to my little grass shack

I'd be as sassy as Haile Selassie

If I were a king, wouldn't mean a thing

Put my boots on tall, read the writing on the wall

Don't mean a thing, not a gosh-darn thing

There's a queen waiting there in a rocking chair

Just blowing her top on a keg of beer

Looking all around and trucking on down

Cause I got to get back to my Shanty Town.


If you ever go across the sea to Ireland

Then maybe at the closing of your day

You will sit and watch the moon rise over Claddagh

And see the sun go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream

The women in the meadows making hay

And to sit beside a turffire in the cabin

And watch the barefoot gossons at their play

For the breezes blowing  o'er the seas from Ireland

Are perfum'd by the heather  as they blow

And the women in the uplands  diggin' praties

Speak a language that  the strangers do not know

For the strangers came and  tried to teach us their way

They scorned us just for  being what we are

But they might as well  go chasing after moonbeams

Or light a penny candle from a star.

And if there is a going to be a life hereafter

And somehow I am sure there's going to be

I will ask my God to let me  make my heaven

In that dear land  across the Irish sea.

Send a St. Paddy's Day Card

May the luck of the Irish be with you!

St.Patrick's Day Party Plan


Brought to you by Patty Sachs and Phyllis Cambria


Co-authors of The Complete Idiot's Guide

To Throwing A Great Party

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