Tune: "Mary Had a Little Lamb"

I'm looking for a leprechaun,
Leprechaun, leprechaun.
I'm looking for a leprechaun,
Do you know where he's gone?

He wears a suit that's made of greeen,
Made of green, made of green,
He wears a suit that's made of green,
Do you know where he's gone?

He lives by a rainbow and hides his gold,
Hides his gold, hides his gold,
He lives by a rainbow and hides his gold,
Do you know where he's gone?

If you see a leprechaun,
Leprechaun, leprechaun,
If you see a leprechaun,
Please tell me where he's gone!




St. Patrick's Day

St. Patrick's Day is here, you see.
We'll pick some shamrocks, one, two, three.
We'll count the leaves and look them over,
And maybe find a four-leafed clover.
I'll sew green buttons on my vest,
Green for St. Patrick is the best.
I'll wear a green hat, very high,
And dance a jig--at least I'll try!




Five Little Shamrocks

One green shamrock, in the morning dew;
Another one sprouted;
And then there were two.
Two green shamrocks, growing 'neath the tree,
Another one sprouted;
And then there were three.
Three green shamrocks, by the cottage door,
Another one sprouted;
And then there were four.
Four green shamrocks, near a beehive;
Another one sprouted;
And then there were five.
Five little shamrocks, bright and emerald
Five little shamrocks, bright and emerald green,
Think of all the luck these shamrocks will bring.




It's St. Patrick's Day!
Tune: "Clap, Clap, Clap Your Hands"

It's St. Patrick's Day!
Dance a jig together.
It's St. Patrick's Day!
Time for sunny weather.
(Chorus: "la, la........")
When St. Patrick came along to the Emerald Island,
He chased all the snakes away; you won't find snakes in Ireland!




Rainbow Bridge

There's a great big cloud over here.
(form clouds with hands to right side of body)
And a great big cloud over there.
(form cloud with hands to left side of body)
The rain falls down and makes a path.
(make pretend falling rain with fingers)
A rainbow bridge up in the air!
(make a large arc from left to right with hands)




Sherry sent in the following St. Pat's Day Song. Thanks, Sherry!

St. Patrick’s Day is Here (Farmer in the Dell)

St. Patrick’s Day is here
St. Patrick’s Day is here
Let’s give a clap and dance a jig
St. Patrick’s Day is here




SAINT PATRICK’S DAY

The Patron Saint of Ireland
Died in the Fifth Century
On the Seventeenth of March
Is that Anniversary.

That day is during Lent
When the Irish celebrate
With dance and drink and feast
Of cabbage and bacon they ate.

The first Patty’s Day Parade
Was held in New York City
In Seventeen sixty-two
By Irish in the English Military.

Over the next thirty-five years
Immigration and "Irish Aid" grew
Where the Societies held parades
As drums beat and the bagpipes blew.

Up until the Great Potato Famine
In Eighteen forty-five came to pass
Most immigrants were Protestant
And came from the middle class.

But then to escape starvation
A million poor Catholics came here
Despised by their counterparts
Because of ignorance and fear.

Though, they soon began to organize
Saw their great numbers gave them power
And their voting block, the "green machine"
Became the swing vote of the hour.

The Parades became a show of strength
Where candidates vied for their vote
Many attended New York City’s
President Truman, one of note.

Now they celebrate around the World
To be part of the Irish scene
Last year one million went to Dublin
For the wearing of the green.

Once just a religious occasion
Of a barely known Holiday
But now, everyone is Irish
At least, for this one day.

Del "Abe" Jones
03-14-2005




Becky writes, "Here are the words to a song I sing every St. Patrick's Day"

Oh, there lived in old Ireland
A wee little man,
Known by the name of a Leprechaun.
A fairy shoemaker, none other is he
And he had the gift of wishes three.
Well I'm tellin' ya now
Should I meet him this day,
It is I who would boldly
step up and say:
Bless the friends that I love,
And the friends that love me,
And the friends of me friends
That's me wishes three.

Thanks, Becky!




Becky writes, "Here are the words to a song I sing every St. Patrick's Day"

Oh, there lived in old Ireland
A wee little man,
Known by the name of a Leprechaun.
A fairy shoemaker, none other is he
And he had the gift of wishes three.
Well I'm tellin' ya now
Should I meet him this day,
It is I who would boldly
step up and say:
Bless the friends that I love,
And the friends that love me,
And the friends of me friends
That's me wishes three.

Thanks, Becky!






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