It’s March the 17^th and the drink is flowing

Irish eyes are smiling and their faces are glowing

The music is playing and a party we’re throwing

Happy St Patricks Day - Hey

 

My parents made a journey to start a new beginning

I was born in London town when the sixties were swinging

There was discrimination and racism was rife

No black’s dogs or Irish read the signs that’s life

They left the emerald isle their fortune to seek

When they arrived in England the future was bleak

But they raised a family and did their very best

Four children came forth they were truly blessed

 

Thomas Michael Doolan was the name they chose

The Celtic blood through my veins it flows

Like many of my kin I have travelled far and wide

But wherever I roam there’s a vagabond inside

I have the heart of a rebel and my soul is pure

A song I will sing and a joke I’ll tell for sure

I can be a fighter and a writer of a tale or more

But wherever I go in the world I’ll be Irish to the core

 

It’s March the 17^th and the drink is flowing

Irish eyes are smiling and their faces are glowing

The music is playing and a party we’re throwing

Happy St Patricks Day – Hey