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ST. PATTY'S DAY
SONGBOOK
Table of Contents
Irish Medley	Washerwoman Jig
Danny Boy	My Wild Irish Rose
When Irish Eyes Are Smiling	I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover
Harrigan	I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Sweet Rosie O'Grady	Sidewalks of New York
Cockles & Mussels	Peg Of My Heart
Mary, It's A Grand Old Name	Too-ra-loo-ra-li

Irish Medley

Irish Washerwoman Jig

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Danny Boy
Music

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes... the pipes are calling,
From glen to glen and down the mountain side.
The summer's gone and all the leaves are falling,
'Tis you, 'Tis you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back, when summer's in the meadow,
and all the valley's hushed and white with snow.
And I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, Oh, Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying
If I be dead, as dead I well may be.
Then come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me.

And I shall hear, though soft your tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be.
And you shall bend, and tell me that you love me,
And I shall rest in peace until you come to me.

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My Wild Irish Rose
by Chauncey Olcott (1898)

If you listen I'll sing you a sweet little song,
Of a flower that's now droped and dead,
Yet dearer to me, yes, than all of its mates,
Tho' each holds aloft its proud head
'Twas given to me by a girl that I know,
Since we've met, faith I've known no repose,
She is dearer by far than the world's brightest star,
And I call her my wild Irish Rose

Chorus
My wild Irish Rose,
The sweetest flow'r that grows.
You may search ev'ywhere,
But none can compare,
With my wild Irish Rose.
My Wild Irish Rose,
The dearest flow'r that grows.
And someday for my sake,
She may let me take,
The bloom from my wild Irish Rose.

They may sing of their roses, which by other names,
Would smell just as sweetly, they say,
But I know that my Rose, would never consent,
To have that sweet name taken away,
Her glances are shy when e'er I pass by,
The bower where my true love grows,
And my one wish has been that some day I win
The heart of my wild Irish Rose.

Chorus

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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Music

When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morning 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 steal your heart away.

There's a tear in your eye, and I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such power in your smile, sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be,
You should laugh all the while and all other times smile,
And now smile a smile for me.

Chorus:
When Irish eyes are smiling
Sure it's like a morning 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 steal your heart away.

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I'm Looking Over A Four Leaf Clover
Listen

I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I over-looked before.
One leaf is sunshine, the second is rain,
Third is the roses that grows in the lane.
No need explaining the one remaining
Is somebody I adore.
I'm looking over a four leaf clover
That I over-looked before!

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HARRIGAN
Listen

H-A- Double R-I-G-A-N spells Harrigan!
Proud of all the Irish that's in me.
Divil a man can say a word agin me!
Oh, H-A-Double R-I-G-A-N you see!
It's the name,
That no shame has ever been connected with
It's a name that a shame never has been connected with
Harrigan, that's me!

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I'll Take You Home Again, Kathleen
Music

I'll take you home again, Kathleen,
Across the ocean wild and wide
To where your heart has ever been
Since first you were my bonny bride.
The roses all have left your cheek;
I've watched them fade away and die.
Your voice is sad when e'er you speak
And tears be-dim your loving eyes.

Oh, I will take you back, Kathleen,
To where your heart will feel no pain.
And when the fields are fresh and green
I'll take you to your home again.

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Sweet Rosie O'Grady

Just down around the corner of the street where I reside,
There lives the cutest little girl that I have ever spied;
Her name is Rosie O'Grady and, I don't mind telling you,
That she's the sweetest little Rose the graden ever grew.

Chorus
Sweet Rosie O'Grady
My dear little rose,
She's my steady lady,
Most ev'ryone knows,
And when we are married,
How happy we'll be,
I love Sweet Rosie O'Grady,
And Rosie O'Grady loves me.

I never shall forget the day she promised to be mine.
As we sat telling love tales, in the golden summertime.
'Twas on her finger that I placed a small engagement ring,
While in the trees, the little birds this song they seemed to sing!

Chorus

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Sidewalks of New York

Down in front of Casey's,
Old brown wooden stoop,
On a summer's evening,
We formed a merry group;
Boys and girls together,
We would sing and waltz,
While the "Ginnie" played the organ
On the sidewalks of New York.

Chorus
East side, West side,
All around the town,
The tots sing " ring a rosie,
"London Bridge is falling down;"
Boys and girls together,
Me and Mamie O'Rorke,
Tripped the light fantastic
On the sidewalks of New York.

That's where Johnny Casey,
And little Jimmy Crowe,
With Jakey Krause the baker,
Who always had the dough,
Pretty Nellie Shannon,
With a dude as light as cork,
First picked up the waltz step
On the sidewalks of New York.

Chorus

Things have changed since those times,
And some are up in "G,"
Others are wand'rers.
But all feel just like me,
They would part with all they've got,
Could they but once more walk,
With their best girl and have a twirl,
On the Sidewalks of New York.

Chorus

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Cockles and Mussels
Music

In Dublin's Fair City, where the girls are so pretty,
'Twas there I first met my sweet Molly Malone.
She drove a wheel-barrow thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!"

Refrain
A-live, alive-o! A-live, a-live-o!
Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o!"

She was a fishing-monger, and that was no wonder,
For so was her father and mother before.
They drove their wheel-barrows thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o"

Refrain

She died of the fever, and nothing could save her,
And that was the end of sweet Molly Malone.
But her ghost drives a barrow thro' streets broad and narrow,
Crying "COCKLES AND MUSSELS, a-live, a-live-o"

Refrain

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Peg Of My Heart
Listen

Peg O'My Heart, I love you,
We'll never part, I love you,
Dear little girl, sweet little girl,
Sweeter than the Rose of Erin
Are your winning smiles endearin',
Peg O'My Heart, your glances
With Irish art entrance us,
Come be my own,
Come make your home in my heart.

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Mary, It's A Grand Old Name

My mother's name was Mary,
She was so good and true;
Because her name was Mary,
She called me Mary, too.
She wasn't gay or airy,
But plain as she could be;
I hate to meet a fairy,
Who calls herself Marie.

Chorus
For it is Maaaarrryy, Maaaarrryy, plain as any name can be;
But with propriety, society will say Marie;
But it was Maaaarrryy, Maaaarrryy, long before the fashions came,
And there is something there that sounds so square,
It's a grand old name.

Now, when her name is Mary,
There is no falseness there;
When to Marie she'll vary,
She'll surely bleach her hair.
Though Mary's ordinary,
Marie is fair to see;
Don't ever fear sweet Mary,
Beware of sweet Marie.

Chorus

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Too-ra-loo-ra-li
Sing Along!
Over in Killarney, Many years ago, Me mither sang a song to me In tones so sweet and low. Just a simple little ditty, In her good ould Irish way, And I'd give the world if she could sing That song to me this day. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush, now don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby. Oft, in dreams I wander To that cot again, I feel her arms a huggin' me As when she held me then. And I hear her voice a humin' To me as in days or yore, When she used to rock me fast asleep Outside the cabin door. Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Hush, now don't you cry! Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li, Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, That's an Irish lullaby.

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