Hail, glorious St. Patrick, dear saint of our isle,
On us thy poor children bestow a sweet smile;
And now that you’re high in your mansions above,
On Erin’s green valleys look down with your love.
On Erin’s green valleys, on Erin’s green valleys,
On Erin’s green valleys look down with your love.
Hail, glorious St. Patrick, thy words were once strong
Against Satan’s wiles and a heretic throng;
Not less is thy might where in Heaven thou art;
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part!
Oh, come to our aid, Oh, come to our aid
Oh, come to our aid, in our battle take part.
In a war against sin, in the fight for the faith,
Dear Saint, may thy children resist unto death;
May their strength be in meekness, in penance, and prayer,
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.
Their banner the Cross, Their banner the Cross.
Their banner the Cross, which they glory to bear.
Thy people, now exiles on many a shore,
Shall love and revere thee till time be no more;
And the fire thou hast kindled shall ever burn bright,
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
Its warmth undiminished, Its warmth undiminished.
Its warmth undiminished, undying its light.
God bless and defend the sweet land of our birth,
Where the shamrock still blooms as when thou wert on earth,
And our hearts shall yet burn, wherever we roam,
For God and St. Patrick, and our native home.
For God and St. Patrick, For God and St. Patrick.
For God and St. Patrick, and our native home.