It’s a Sunday morn in March and I rise like a lark full of springtime joy

The date is the 17th where on earth have you been it’s St Patrick’s Day boy

With a surname of Doolan nobody are you fooling you’re an Irish guy

With a drink in my hand and a tune from the band my head is held high

It’s a day to celebrate no time to hesitate let the good times roll

Everbody is grand give me your hand and your heart and soul

I will fight to the end if you are a foe but a stranger is always a friend

Sing you a rebel song and do you no wrong until the bitter end

Talk with a brogue like a true celt Tír na nÓg if you know what I mean 

With wit and with charm I will do you no harm with smiling eyes of emerald green

A story I will write and a joke I will tell until you laugh out loud

On this St Patrick’s day I have one more thing to say I am Irish and proud