Oh, gather ye sailors and bold buccaneers,
And lend me your voices, your laughter, your cheers!
For Patrick, the saint of the emerald land,
Once tamed all the serpents with naught but his hand.
But what of the music that sails through the air?
The fiddles and flutes with a tune light and fair?
The drums like the thunder, the pipes like the breeze,
A song for the drinkers, the dancers, the seas!
So hoist up the mainsail and let the wind blow,
Sing high to Saint Paddy, where’er ye may go!
For he blessed not just Ireland, but all of the deep,
Where mermaids make merry and sirens do weep.
With a tankard of whiskey and harp in our hold,
We sail on through tempests, through legends of old!
With jigs for the dolphins and reels for the spray,
A shanty for Patrick—he’d want it that way!
So drink, lads and lasses, and strike up a tune,
Let’s dance on the deck ‘neath the shine of the moon!
For whether on land or adrift in the foam,
With music and whiskey, we’re always at home! ☘️⚓
The Shamrockers 