A gallant young soldier named Copps Was told by a maiden named Stopps Your uniform's neat Your kisses are sweet But your breath smells a trifle like hops!
Said a tippler while tending his thirst, "I could swallow good beer till I burst." Said a temperance dame - "It is always the same, - The best beer is as bad as the worst."
The Day - it's finally here, The men - they're chillin' the beer, To fix what is troublin' ya', Get over to Dublin ya', The cure - a pint of good cheer!
'Tis sure I'll be wearing the green, When the calendar says March seventeen, To help me to think, It Smithwick's I drink, Just try some, you'll know what I mean.
'Tis sure I'll be wearing the green, When the calendar says March seventeen, I'll drink a few Harp, 'Til my wits become sharp, Just try some, you'll know what I mean.