Dust off your fiddle Paddy
And wear your emerald green
To the Ceili at the pub
Where the shamrock will be seen
Your reputation Paddy
Means they come from wide and far
To listen to your music
And leave a pint upon the bar
Cos any Irish eejit
Will know what is the craic
When Paddy plays his fiddle
In the little room at the back
So play your fiddle Paddy
With all your strength and might
For tonight we will celebrate
On this St Patrick’s night
Jenny Hamon
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